By one way, Rose felt so troubled, so angry. So confused.
She expected that she would be with the Doctor. You know, the real one.
It was just that...she felt that this was so wrong.
Like if she was betraying him. The Doctor.
But she wasn't in a way. He was the Doctor. Same memories. Same thoughts. Only one heart.
Even if he was half human, half Time Lord.
The Other Doctor felt the same way. So troubled, so angry. So confused. So human.
He never realised that he, (the real Doctor in a way) would do this. To him. To any of them.
''Rose doesn't deserve this. No way!'' he thought angry. ''She wanted the 100% Time Lord'y alien. Not the copy. The left behind.''
But he coudn't resist thinking, the lucky he was. Having Rose with him. By her side. Her hand in his.
He knew this was selfish and unfair, but he hoped that she would accept him. Forget the Other he, and be content with him.
He hoped, oh how he wished! That at least he would be enough for her.
And she, even all this confused and sad at the same time, couldn't pretend she wasn't happy. So bloody happy having him by her side. His hand on hers. That warming and beautiful feeling that traveled by all her body and soul when he touched her. When he looked at her.
And now, that both had seen the TARDIS leave, leave them in Bad Wolf Bay, they could not ignore more how much they loved each other. So much.
That Rose didn't mind he wasn't forever. Or that he was half human. Or with a Donna touch. That even make him more perfect. If that could be even posible.
And the Doctor, because he was the Doctor after all, even if he was just a limited version, was so happy to have her even if she wasn't that 19 year old girl, so innocent and without knowing about all the wonderfull things on the entire Universe, and he loved her by being just she. Just Rose. So brave and curious and kind.
Just more experimented and fearless. A more perfect Rose if that ever existed.
And when both looked into their eyes, holding hands and eyes, they knew. Both knew that all those such little and insignificant things didn't matter.
Because they loved each other so much. With all their hearts.
And without words they could tell each other that it would work perfectly. Because they were the Doctor and Rose.
As it should be.
And then to seal that unspoken deal, they kissed once more.