I do not own Doctor Who. It would be awesome if I did though...
Updated. Added another 100 words or so. I think this is better than it was…
"Why did you do that?" I screamed as I smashed yet another lamp against the floor, adding to the debris scattered around the room. "Why didn't you stay?" I threw the bedside table and it crashed against the wall, splintering to pieces. "Why did you leave me?" I mumbled, fatigue coursing though my body as the adrenalin wore off. The fact that I was holding off my regeneration was not helping either. "Why did you save me?" I collapsed onto the bed, unable to do much more. "Why did you make me the only one again?" I curled in on myself, hugging my knees against my chest. "Why did you have to die?" I choked out as the sobs came wracking through my body. Tears streamed down my face as I felt as lonely as ever. He was the only part of Gallifrey left. The only piece I wanted… The only piece I needed, and I had loved him, I still do. I missed him. I needed him, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. My hearts ached, like a piece had been torn from them. I managed to grasp a pillow, burying my face into it, trying to hide from the Universe, though that could never happen. My sobs slowly came to a stop, as I lay there, slowly returning my energy. I sat up, wiping my tears away before making my way out of the room. The radiation energy was starting to hurt further, and I had to get my reward. I pushed through the pain all the way to Rose, before it became too much. I didn't want to regenerate yet. I would still remember everything… But they wouldn't feel the same. They wouldn't feel like anything. I needed to hold onto those feelings. Of the Master. Of everyone, but they would perish, leaving me with only the sight of what it looked like.
It was too much.
The golden regeneration energy lit up my skin, killing all my cells before recreating new ones. I stumbled forwards in my new body before realising.
I had finally moved on.