Disclaimer: Still don't own doctor who
Summary: It hurts. It hurts them both, they both know why but can't speak it.
The Hearts of Destiny
He touches her face. It's soft and warm underneath the burning of his own. His fingers gently glide over the wet streaks that mark her face. He wipes her tears away removing all evidence of the pain she feels.
He hates it when she cries.
He frames her face and looks down; her eyelids protect her from his gaze as she gently strokes her cheek. She whimpers unexpectedly, he jumps up and moves away. He can't watch her pain; he can't show the same feelings as she does. He moves away. He returns to his room where he sinks into darkness, yet tears do not come. They never come.
The night drags on but morning is swiftly upon them, he meets her eyes, she tries to hide him from the bloodshot gaze she offers. She hopes he didn't hear her cries in the night.
The Doctor hurts. He sees Rose's pain but cannot ease it. He knows she cries because of him. His heart aches with love for her – as does hers. But they do not speak it – they never can. So each cries at night dreaming of loves that cannot happen. He rests his hand on her face
'I'm sorry' he murmurs, but he knows it's not enough. Nothing is worth the bleeding of her heart… not even him. So finally he cries, she is there to hold him – always and forever. Yet they cannot speak it. All is silent… silence for the broken hearts of destiny.