This is just a random little angsty fic I dreamed up while watching tonight's episode of Doctor Who and the way he reacted to Martha and Donna. It wasn't written with any particular companion in mind so I guess you can just imagine who he's thinking of.
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I like to make out it's all glamorous and adventures but it's not. It's lonely.
And that loneliness is made worse by her. She is always so near to me, yet always so far away. It kills me that all I can be is her best friend.
So I must settle for the moments. The way her hair shines in the sun, the excitement in her eyes as we step out into a brand new world, her laughter at the things I say, the feel of her hand in mine as we run…
I must settle for the moments. Because I know that can be all I have.
I know that I can never have her, never hold her, never love her, not like I want to.
I must always be alone.
The curse of the Timelords.