A short and sweet one shot for you guys. From the original Doctor's POV. Review maybe? Enjoy :)
Second Chances
"He needs you; and that's very me."
As he sees himself swooping down to the young blonde's ear, he can't help but wonder whether he has made the right decision. He can see his lips whispering the words which the girl has longed to hear since their first meeting; and he wishes he could say them himself.
The seconds and minutes he would spend shedding tears over her, but could never bring himself to tell the girl how he wanted to spend the moments and memories of her lifetime with her; it would hurt too much.
He could never grow too attached to one person; whose life would ebb away slowly as the years would pass by.
Tears have fallen from her eyes as blood has trickled from her old wounds. And he wishes so much to feel the burning tears against his own skin; but can't bring himself to cause the girl more pain than he's already inflicted. As the girl's eyes close, more salty beads seep through, dragging mascara stains down her cheeks, framing her perfect windswept face with nostalgia and a sorrowful and heartbreaking joy.
And when she lifts her lids again, it's as if she can no longer see him standing there on the sand, his hands dug firmly into his pockets, but through her mind she is watching all that is, all that was and all that ever could be. And she's looking at him;
the other him.
The cloud of darkness and loneliness shrouding her eyes suddenly clear and her lips crash into his, her arms slipping around his neck and her eyes closing again; allowing every single atom of her existence savour and bathe in the moment. The moment that she's been waiting for for sleepless nights and endless days;
and she's happy.
His arms snake around her back in response, drawing her closer and pulling her further out of her dark oblivion of a past.
Any words which he wanted to say have caught in his throat, and his body has gone numb at the thought of watching a new life unfold before him; a life where he could have a house with windows and carpets, and a woman who could cradle him in her arms until his one heart has stopped beating.
And he can't bear it.
The hours at a time he has spent thinking about her have been reduced to this moment, when she is being held in another man's arms and tiny explosions are bursting behind her watery eyes. He doesn't notice that he's not breathing until a shaky exhale passes through his lips.
He has given this girl a gift; a second chance; things which he can't usually give. And that's the best he can do for her. He wants to do so much more; give her things which no-one could begin to imagine; but he can't.
He smiles a tired smile and turns silently, letting his feet drag him to the doors which would seal them off forever. He wants to run back.
But he can't.
He spares one last glance at the couple standing against the shoreline, and finally lets the tears threaten to fall at the thought of leaving everything he could ever want behind. His mind races with a millions words and sentences to say to them; a million things to do and to scream at the top of his lungs.
Instead, he closes the door.