i can't sleep &i just watched doomsday for the six thousandth time.
so here.
have a poorly written post-doomsday drabble.
(ps there's implied smut at one point. i didn't feel like writing it, but if someone asks, i might.)
i like reviews. c:
On the nights he can't fall asleep, the Doctor sometimes wanders into Rose's room.
He lies down, and buries his face in her pillows, breathing in all that's left of her.
The Doctor looks up, and is reminded that the headboard is chipped on one side, and he smiles when he sees it.
Her last birthday in the Tardis.
He'd offered to take her to Gallifrey, in the years before the war. They could spend her birthday there. But no, she had to convince him to do that.
The memory makes him miss her more.
The Doctor pulls the blanket up over his body, and for a brief moment, he feels her hand in his.
He closes his eyes, and he swears Rose is beside him, giggling, and for a moment, he feels content.
When he wakes up, he is alone.