I waited for him to return. I always have and always will. No matter what anyone tells me. They tried to get me to move on, but I simply can't. I tried, but I ended up locked away in my room for days. I couldn't forget him. I couldn't forget the adventures we went on. I couldn't forget the things we saw. I couldn't forget the things I saw.
I couldn't forget the Doctor.
We travelled forward and backwards in time. Of course he'd never say that. He'd say we'd travelled in a wibbly-wobbly shape. Whenever I wanted to go, we'd go. He said I was his favorite Companion. The sad part is I believed him. If I was his favorite, he would have kept me. He wouldn't have left without warning.
For a while, I still expected the TARDIS to materialize in front of my house. He'd be waiting for me, calling out my name. I'd run outside and into his arms. But it never happened.
Once he did come back. It was three years after he left, on my birthday. I was staring out the window. I turned around to grab a book and went I looked outside again, he was there staring up at me, the blue police box behind him. I dropped the book and ran outside. By the time I got out, I saw the faint outline of the TARDIS disappear. I stood and stared. I don't know for how long, but when I went inside, the sky was light pink as opposed to the blue it was when I went out. I came back up into my room and I picked up the book. Creases filled the pages. I never tried to get them out. It was a reminder of when he came.
I stopped looking for him after five years. Even when I thought I saw him, I ran away. I couldn't handle if he was there. It would hurt far too much.
We were soul mates. He told me. He said it in the most innocent ways, I almost believed him. But the once when we kissed, it was too much. I knew he didn't mean it like he said.
It has been eight years since he left me. I'm irreparably broken. I've had no one permanent in my life. I had turned into him. I knew what he meant when he said he'd always be lonely. I had the best time of my life and was fated to never be happy again. I tried, believe me. I tried dating. No one had the sense of wonder he did. I tried finding friends. No one was as spontaneous as he was. No one could fill the role of my soul mate.
I walk up to my room in my pajamas and laid down with his book, the book with the wrinkled pages. I hear the tea kettle go off. I forgot I put it on the stove. I lay the book down in my spot, but I remember the page anyway, 382. I pull it off and set it on the pot holder. I turn off the stove and pour a cup. I take it up to my room and lie down. I read for an hour or so while drinking tea. I finish the tea and almost the book. I set both and set them on my nightstand. I lie on my side and pull the covers closer to my head. I close my eyes. I feel something wrap around me. At first, I was startled, but I recognized something.
"You came back?" I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement.
"I said I would." He whispered.
"Do you love me?" He pauses for a long time. I expected him just that from him.
"Yes," I feel his eyelashes on the back of my neck. "I told you we were soul mates, didn't I?" I let him stay there for a while, neither of us speaking.
"Will you stay this time?" I don't want to know. He doesn't answer. Not for a very long time.
"You know if I did-" I turn to look at him over my shoulder. He stops and swallows. "You know I would. In any other circumstance."
"If you weren't the last Time Lord, you mean?"
"But I can take you with me again. If you'd have me."
"Always,"