Don't really like angst much ususally...it's a bit depressing. But just couldn't resist this lol.
The Doctor was in a very dark place. Metaphorically dark. He was consumed in feelings of loneliness, rage and self-pity. Why was it when everything was going so well, the universe decided to reverse his luck? It was like he was never allowed any happiness for long. He had been contented, cheerful and in love. Now the only thing that had made him feel this way was gone. Rose.
When he had been with her he felt on top of the world, so cherished, loved and wanted. He in return had thought the world of her. She had been perfect – beautiful in so many ways. Words couldn't describe how much she had meant to him. He had always felt a real connection with Rose from their flirtatious banter to their deep and meaningful conversations. Adventures and learning had always been exciting to The Doctor, but with Rose they had meant so much more. They had been soulmates from the day they had met, he had felt so lucky to have found her.
Now she was stolen from him, taken away whilst fighting for a better world. He could hardly believe the irony of it all. What had he done to deserve this cruel, heartless fate? Tried to save the human race that is what! He felt numb with bitterness. He often thought about opening the void just to see Rose again, and who cares what happens. He knew he couldn't do that, even if he wanted to more than anything. But what was he going to do know?
He just hoped; Infact prayed that Rose was coping well. She had her Mum, Pete and Mickey, but deep down he knew it wasn't enough for her. She had been so broken that day on Badwolf Bay. Tears of misery pouring down her beautiful face. It had broken his heart to see it. Still she had tried to put on a brave face. So brave, his Rose.
She had told him that she loved him – how could the words he had always longed to hear from her caused him so much pain and regret? He had wanted, needed her to know that he reciprocated those feelings, he would never know what possessed him to say something so ridiculous as 'quite right too'. If he hadn't wasted time she would have heard the words they had both wanted to hear.
Trying to find some comfort he thought how she knows, they had both always known. Yet that was what made everything even more soul-destroying. Those two years they had spent together, both feeling the same way, the protectiveness over one another, a friendship which had developed into much much more - it was all so obvious to everyone else, but neither of them ever daring to act on their impulses or tell each other how they felt. Until it was too late…
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