A Rather Rainy Day

Rose was with her doctor, and she just couldn't wrap her mind around it. He was hers. She was his. They were holding hands as they walked out of bistro fully content with their evening.

They had been together ever since the incident on Bad Wolf bay. Rose was bitter at first towards this new doctor. She didn't want to believe that he was him, him being her Doctor, her love. It only took three words, and a kiss to change her mind. (She needed a name for him. So she called him Ten, for he was the tenth regeneration {and her favorite one}.) Ten could give her everything that the Doctor couldn't. Love. Passion. Dying together. Lazy Saturday mornings only they would share. Family. Marriage. The list went on and on, and Rose was grateful and forever indebted to the Doctor. Yet all of the love for the Doctor was now for Ten. She saw them as the same, but different in every way. Ten was her love, while now she looked at the Doctor as a friend.

She was the only one who understood the Doctor's final goodbye, and what he felt. It was probably the same she felt the first time at Bad Wolf Bay. It was like her heart was shattered in a million pieces, and not in the middle school break up kind of way. It was a pain to strong and emotional that she could literally feel pain in her chest, and it was an effort just to breathe. If he truly loved her, she knew that pain would take time to heal. An agonizingly long time. The lonely nights crying yourself to sleep, silently hoping that tomorrow would never come.