Rose sat on her bed, she lent over and pulled a diary out of a draw, and she picked up a pen from her bedside table and started to write.
'It's like I'm working back at the shop, I get up every morning eat my beans on toast, go to work, come home, go to sleep then do the same thing the next morning, but I'm not working in the shop, I'm working in torchwood. It's good here almost like being with the Doctor. Almost. It's not as exiting but nothing is compared to that life, I miss him. Everyday I go to that wall, the wall where we where last together I lay my head there and stay thinking, wishing. People see me but they know what happened they know what I lost. Mum told them. Every night I want to hear that voice, every morning I listen it's hard when I don't. I'm miserable every morning, I'm miserable every night. I'm never ever going to see the Doctor again'
Rose put her pen down and let out a silent laugh
"Never say never ever, he'll come back I can't lose hope"
'But every morning I hope, every night I hope and every day I hope. Every morning I listen for the TARDIS, I listen for his voice I just want to see his smile once more, See his face, stare into his eyes, tell him I feel, hold his hand, that all I want Just to feel the warmth of his hand in mine, to hear his two hearts, to laugh at his bad jokes, to watch him jump around the TARDIS. Just once more. I hope I will see him. Hope is a good emotion I hope I never lose it .I had never lost it in the Doctor before, I knew he could come through and would help me, He may be different when I find him again but I'll know who he is, I'll never forgot him I'll be different to. How could I not know who he is I was willing to give up my life to stay with him. I love him'
Rose brushed a tear from her face then placed her diary and a pen back in the same places she got them from. She laid down on her bed pulling her covers over her; she placed her head in her pillow and let her tears escape as long as she remembered the Doctor the tears would never stop but she was never going to forget him.
"I love him" mumbled Rose before crying herself to sleep as she did every night since the Doctor left her.
I hope you liked it, sorry if it was a bit depressing and sorry if you're tired of reading angsty fics about the Doctor leaving Rose but On Friday (as it's my birthday) there is going to be a happy one. No clue what it's going to be about I'll think later. And you even though this is a bad fic can you please review it can be your birthday presant to me, it's a cheep presant come on.