The Doctor roamed aimlessly around his tardis, his eyes that held happiness for a while, were now holding the same sadness he held for the past few decades of his life. He walked to almost every room inside his tardis. Into the control room, his room, his library, his room of remains of Glifrey. But at the end of his roaming, he would always end up in front of one certain room. His hand would hesitate when he reached for the door handle, and he would shake with grief until at last he decided that no, he wasn't going to open her door. For the sake of his sanity, he would stay out of her room.
"This isn't fair..." he muttered, his voice laced with pain and sorrow. Like with her room, he would still hesitate to think about her. Her room was one thing, but memories of their happiness, their great adventures were too much for him. They were the stuff of legends.
And they should have always been.
He always had a little motto, "to be happy because you're going to be sad later." It was a sure statement that fit every single one of his companions. He felt so much sadness and pain, but his pain never numbed.
Roaming around and around, his foot lands onto something and then a crunching noise erupts. He looks down to his foot, and a pained smile spreads across his face.
He picks up the banquet of flowers he had planned on giving her. And upon looking at the banquet, he expects pain, but no. Now he feels numb.
He checks the banquet, 10 flowers just like he remembered. He counts the flowers, making sure that they're all there. Counting the flowers took his mind off of some of his previous thoughts.
He bought 3 lillies, he recalled when he read the Deathly Hallows. One for each of the marauders, excluding Peter. James, who loved his flower just as much as he did. Sirius who treated her like a sister, the Doctor supposed Jack would be like Sirius, what with all their flirtatiousness. Remus, he could relate so much to. Well, his ninth incarnation could. Both hating themselves, both thinking themselves a monster. Lily showed Remus he wasn't a monster. And the Doctor's flower made him a better man.
One petunia, he told the florist to put the lilies and the petunia away from each other, the Evan sisters wouldn't like it.
Two irises, each eye had an iris. And his irises held so much emotion, so much pain. His irises were so old.
One sunflower. He loved the sun, especially the suns of Galifrey, the bright shining stars that could outshine any star in the galaxies.
Two daises, he loved the color of them. They were the color of his home planet. Plus, he really liked the color blue.
He moved his hand to his next flower, but his hand landed on the petunia. His eyes widened in horror as he frantically double checked the banquet. The banquet fell to his feet as his body went rigid. How right for his situation right now.
He sat on the steps of his tardis, letting his face fall into his hands. Oh how funny, universe.
He stared at the banquet in dismay, of course the rose wouldn't be there.
And of course it wouldn't be there when his Rose wasn't here.
A/N:Hello! This my very first dw fanfic. Hope you enjoyed it! Criticism is welcome, just don't cross the line into being an asshole