A/N: Just a little Ten angst. What he might have been thinking when he had to say goodbye to Rose for the last time.
Words: 298
Characters: Rose, Ten
Time: The End of Time Part 2
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to whoever owns Doctor Who. Not me.
Look at me.
Her eyes, her shining eyes. Deep brown and full of wonder, youth and innocence shining brighter than the stars. He could stare into them forever, and always see something new, something spectacular.
Never stop smiling.
And her smile. So honest and gentle, drawing one from him in return, the only thing that tempered this terrible anguish. She would have many more smiles, he knew. And tears. Oh, beautiful tears, tears of desperation and hopelessness and love. She would be lost, she would be found, she would stay, and she would go.
Don't turn away.
He could hear every beat of her heart as if he were resting his head on her chest, he could taste her sweet breath as if her lips were on his. As if, only as if. Never truly. Never again would he feel her fingers twitch within his, her soft skin brush his own, her heady warmth surround him, comfort him, save him. She was the reason he died, the reason he lived, the reason for all that he was.
Don't say goodbye.
His soul was on fire. He imagined a life he would never have. A life waking up next to her day after day and knowing she is here, she is mine, I am hers, we are together, we are in love. Pain laced through his memories of her, searing them into his mind irrevocably, irreplaceably. He relished it, feeling every second of his time with her rush through him all at once like a tidal wave, knocking him to knees. He catalogued everything from the way she gasped in surprise to the way she laughed in his arms to the way she walked, walked away, walked away from him, to him, all at the same time.
Don't go.