I showed her planet burning during the year 5 billion but she still stayed. I wanted to show her what I felt every moment of everyday. I still hear them, screaming, cursing, then the silence. The silence is so much worse. At least with the screaming I knew that they were alive but the silence reminds me that I am alone, no one else. She saw to the heart of me when I saw the dalek. I wanted so bad to destroy it. It destroyed everything of mine, why should it live? I held a gun to it. I hate guns but my anger for the daleks overrode my hate for guns. But she protected it. She stood up to the Oncoming storm in favor of saving an evil dalek that she changed.
She stayed after I wanted to destroy the dalek. She saw the Oncoming storm and stayed. It scared me, seeing the dalek. What if more survived? Was me destroying my home for nothing? I couldn't shake these thoughts and sat in the console room to think. I never noticed when she walked in or that she was talking to me until she shook me. That is when I noticed her eyes were wide in concern. As she wiped away the stray tear, I finally noticed where her concern came from. She of course pressed for answers but I pushed them away. That's when this marvelous ape told me that it wasn't my fault. She didn't even know what was wrong but she knew what the problem was. I truly cried then; for the loss of my race, the survival of the dalek, and for her humanity.
I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling when I recalled a memory of her and me when the gelfh tried to take over the dead bodies and use them as hosts. He remembered their fight about to allow the gelfh to take over the bodies. He wanted them to use them as hosts but she argued saying it was disrespecting the dead. She saw my other side that night, my alien side. I thought she hated me for my opinion but when we were in that basement, trapped by the bodies of the dead walking, and I grabbed her hand, I knew. She held my hand so tight, not in fear, never in fear. She clinged to my hand because I was worth the adventure. Her eyes told me everything; fear, happiness, forgiveness, hope, and, dare I admit it and believe to hope, love.
On so many occasions I had to thank whatever being there is that controls the fates for giving me her. She has always been the one to pull me away from the edge of the oncoming storm. Never has anyone ever been able to do that as well as she has. When she found me, I was just a broken man, cracked and scared from the war. My shell was hard and my heart cold. But somehow she managed to worm her way through my shell and engulf my heart in a loving embrace, warming it once again. Without her I would be a vengeful god, sentenced to centuries without emotions.