Based on P.B. Shelley's "To -" A Doctor Who Story
I stood there, at the door I had kept sealed for the past week. The door with the rose engraved into it. The TAEDIS song was pining quietly in the back of my mind, gently nudging my hand forward to grip the handle. I took a calming breath to brace myself for whatever was about to happen. I opened it a crack, then a little more, and then it was open completely and I stepped in. Her scent hit me like a brick wall. It was her scent. I could feel my hearts beat quicker as I looked around my pink and yellow human's room.
The room was unmistakably hers. The comforter was pink, her clothes were strewn about the floor, never picked up. She had pictures tacked up around her mirror and make up bottles on her dresser. I sat down in the chair at her desk, in front of the mirror-
Rose ruffled his hair from behind and draped her arms around his neck and shoulders; her chin rested on his head.
"So Doctor, how should I do your make up today?" she laughed and reached for a bottle in front of him. He caught her hand in his and laced their fingers together.
"You know I'd let you do anything to me." He gave a cheeky grin, making her laugh. Oh how he loved her laugh. She hugged his shoulders and kissed his cheek. He held her closer and turned to face her –
I was staring at one of the pictures. My eyes were scrunched as she kissed my cheek from behind. Picking it up off the mirror, I held it in my hands as though it would disintegrate if I moved. I stood up slowly taking a long look at the room around me. The TARDIS hummed low in the back of my mind. I walked over to her bed and laid the picture down on the pillow. I kicked off my shoes and laid my jacket down on the floor before climbing into her bed and pulling the pink comforter around me and over my head.
"Quite right too," he said as her picture flickered before him. "I guess, if it is the last time I get to say it, … Rose Tyler—"
"I love you," I whispered to the picture before falling asleep in her memory.