I know the rules. But I have never been one to let my life be dictated by rules. I understand that there can be no Doctor without the monsters but that does not stop me hoping.
The minutes turn into hours, hours in days, days into months, months into years. Years of being surrounded by people and yet never shaking off that feeling of being alone.
Each night I pick another star to look at, I marvel at its beauty. It looks as though I could reach out and touch it but I find myself with my hand outstretched glass beneath my fingertips. But I never stop believing.
Even as I lie here, growing weaker by the second, I gaze at the fireplace and wish he would spin out of it. I know I am dying but I long to see his face just once more. I want to look into his eyes and see every single star shining back at me.
I seal my letter with a kiss and lay it on the mantelpiece.
I close my eyes and finally see him holding out a hand. I reach out and find warm skin beneath my fingers. There is a star burning brighter and brighter deep within my heart and as it ceases its beat I step off the slow path and into the arms of my lonely angel. My Doctor. My love.