Near the Canary Wharf, stands a monument dedicated to those who lost their lives during the Cybermen and Dalek invasion. One man comes throughout the years and leaves pink and yellow roses, and only one read, at the bottom of it. People say he is a young fellow, dressed in tweed jacket and sporting a bowtie, his hair smooth and floppy.
People also say that he has a heartnreakingly sad smile upon his face and bitterness in his green eyes. People say that the number of roses is always bigger- as many months have passed- for each month, one rose more.
The man often talks to himself, or pretends to talk to the one he lost, while sitting in front of the monument, waving his arms around and sometimes laughing. People say he lost his heart that day. They say that he was the one who saved the world that day but lost the woman he loved.
That man is The Doctor and many times he has wanted to break the rules of time and space to save his Rose, burn another sun just to see his loves face. He would burn half of the universe just to have Rose next to him, her hand in his as they run into danger headfirst.
"Do you remember when we bombed 10 Downey Street? Remember what I have said then?" The Doctor asked thin air, his green eyes watery. "I could save the world but lose you. And I have. I miss you, Rose. And I love you. I didn't have the time to finish that sentence but I am finishing it now, but... You are not here. I love you, Rose."
The Doctor looked up at the sky, the sun blinding him shortly. A smile tugged his lips up when he looked back at Rose's name.
"I'm still not ginger." The Doctor laughed. "But I flap my wings as if I'm trying to take flight when I talk and I have developed a liking to fezzes and bowties but I still love you. I don't think that will ever change. Hope and Glory, Mutt and Jeff, Shiver and Shake..."
"Which one's Shiver?"
"Oh, I'm Sha..." The Doctor started before realising the voice he heard was as familiar as the feelings he harbored for the person it belonged to. He turned his head slowly and a manic grin appeared ob his face. "Rose!"
"I'm here." Rose gave him a tongue touched grin, the one she saved for him. "The old team."
A moment passed before The Doctor jumped to his feet and ran to gather Rose in his arms. He twirled her around until the Earth beneath his feet spun faster than it was comfortable. Rose's face was in the crook of his neck, her lips pressed against the skin there. Doctor pulled her even closer to his body, pressing a kiss to her hair. The scent of cinnamon and apples filled his nose.
"How?"
"I don't know."
"As long as you stay, I don't care."
"Forever?"
"Forever."