Summary: He lit a candle for every single one he lost.
Author Note: So I'm a rather stupid fan girl-I'll never let you call me that- who tries to write in English before her Turkish exam. I'm so clever…
I basically adore Rose/10 but I don't have the courage to write it.
R&R
Candles…
The day he turned his home planet into dust he promised himself to remember. Remember those tiny little people that made him who he was. He promised to remember the pain he caused to them, to remember every shred of pain he felt. It was the their curse, a life over thousand years meant pain. Nothing more.
He promised to himself to remember that orange sky and the silver leaves. The citadel where the time lords lived. But mostly he promised himself to remember the people. The academy, Romana and Kochei….the ones he loved and got betrayed by.
The day he committed genocide he lit a candle where Gallifrey once stood. As a remembrance of the pain he caused to his own race. To his family. To the ones who raised him. Who exiled him, Rassilon…he had killed everyone.
It was for their shake, a safe way to cross over, without torture he reminded to himself. It was the only way to win. It was the only way to destroy Daleks; destroying Time Lords.
He looked at the candle, white flames, they were never going to fade away. They were going to burn until his dying breath . White flames were tricky in that way, they were extremely rare-like the ones who they present, he thought- each one unique. So unique that some races believed them as the souls of the purest themselves. And they wouldn't fade away…unless the ones who lit them forget.
And he was never going to forget.
I know it's short but i plan to write about different people and creatures Doctor lost in new series....