Doomsday
She still stares at white walls with all the pain one can show for something truly lost.
She still looks at me as if expecting something that never ever comes, as if I'm not enough, and never will be.
Because I look like him, I talk like him, I think like him, I remember everything he did up to the day Donna created me accidentally, but I am not, and never will be, him.
Him, the Oncoming Storm, the one she loves. The one for whom she pretends to truly love me. The one who will never grow old, will never age, will regenerate at some point, and change completely.
If I die, I die forever, and I see her worry, and her sadness and just a little bit of frustration with it. She wanted him.
The Time Lord.
The eternal, never ending, always brilliant Time Lord.
She loves the Time Lord.
And I… well, I am Human.
Yeah, I downloaded Doctor Who OST, and listening to 'Doomsday' made me want to write this. Xp
R E V I E W !