He's been running all his life. From his war, from his curse, from his life. He'll always run. He can't stop. Because that's his way of life. And he'll never stop running. Until he dies.
He runs from his past. A past of war, and death, and darkness. A past of pure, cold pain.
He runs for the light of his friends, who have become his family. But no matter how hard he runs, he'll lose them. Sometimes they are lost. Sometimes they leave him. And sometimes... they die.
But he doesn't travel alone. Not always. He'll find someone. And they'll travel through time and space and history. And they'll run together. For when he has a shoulder to lean on, a friend to count on, or a love to hold his hand, his life doesn't seem as dark.
But they can never stay for long. Because you can spend your whole life with him, but he can't spend his with you. He could live forever. And his nearly immortal life without love, it's not living. It's just not dying. That's the curse of the time lord. He can never fall in love. Because if he does, it'll just hurt so much more in the end. So he runs. He'll just from his emotions. The thoughts in the back of his head. He'll hide from what his hearts tell him to do. Out of the fear that they'll just end up broken.
When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try you can't run forever. Everyone knows that everyone dies, and no one knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of the world might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it. Everyone knows that everyone dies. But not every day. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call, everyone lives.
