There was this man known as The Doctor. If anyone knew what loneliness was, it was him. In fact, some even referred to him as the lonely God.
He had lost so much... The time where he was surrounded by his friends was long gone. Oh the good old days… he missed them all dearly. It hurt even more thinking that most of his friends were forever lost because of him. The lucky ones left before it was too late. But then unfortunately some died. And a few didn't even remember him. He had the biggest ship in the universe but had no longer someone to share it with…
Silence filled the control room as the Doctor was leaning against the console thoughtfully. His ship, the TARDIS, wasn't as fast and strong as she once used to be. As for the Doctor, he could regenerate into a young man but he'd still look a thousand years old because he was tired. So tired. "Never growing old isn't as wonderful as you may think." He muttered to himself, knowing perfectly well he was on his own. "In fact, no one ever asked me but…" He smiled slightly. "…I'd give anything to live a normal human life right now." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He was never going to have a wife at his side until the end of his days, let alone children. "That's the curse of being a Time Lord." He stood up straight again and fixed his bow tie. Even that had become a simple reflex.
The TARDIS was floating through Space. Not far away from there, a gigantic star was burning up. The Doctor knew he soon had to move as the shield was slowly going down. He admired the view through the screen and thought of how breathtaking it was.
"Too bad I never took anyone here." He mumbled regretfully.
A red light slowly started flickering on the console, immediately followed by an alert sign showing up on the screen, but instead of piloting the ship away from the burning star, The Doctor gently patted the console.
"I'm sorry, old girl." He whispered.
He moved away from the console without pressing a single button or pulling down any lever. This time, he felt the tears coming out of his eyes and streaming down his face. He thought about everything and everyone that had made his life worth living. He closed his eyes and saw the faces of all his faithful friends. But then came the other thoughts… Those who made him truly believe he never deserved to live. No one had ever done as gruesome things as he had. Those memories had been so heavy to carry throughout his life...
If there was one thing he had learned, it was that you could never do something good without something bad happening.
He walked towards the door, taking one last look around the room. He wasn't sad, not more than usual. If he had to choose a word to describe how he felt, he'd pick relieved. Relieved, because he knew it was time. He'd often thought he'd die at someone's mercy, taking his friends down with him. But this was the right way. No one would win or lose. And no one needed him anymore anyway.
The TARDIS was going mad. It was boiling in the console room. The burning star wasn't that far away now. If he could just have one last look at it… Then he'd leave, then he'd go back and apologise to the TARDIS for doing that to her.
He opened the door and looked in front of him. It was absolutely beautiful. He'd stay there forever, but the shield was going down in Ten seconds.
Nine. The Doctor enjoyed the view.
Eight. It felt like something new.
Seven. He thought of the old days.
Six. And all he'd lost along the way.
Five. A single tear fell from his eye.
Four. It was time to close the door.
Three. But Rule Number One.
Two. The Doctor always lies.
One. And now it's time to go.
"Geronimo."