A/N Sorry about this one guys, it isn't very well written .
I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I would know the Doctor's name.
Rose was curled up on her bed in the same position she had been in for three consecutive days, a clump of blanket jabbing her in the waist. She was too tired and upset to care. Rose clutched tighter at her honey coloured bear and remembered all the times she had done so as a child as another tear caressed her cheek. Rose had stop brushing away the tears on the day of Bad Wolf Bay. Jackie had stopped bringing steaming cups of tea on day 2, she soon realised nothing was going to console Rose and that she was going to have to come to terms with her loss on her own.
But Rose didn't want to come to terms with it. She wanted to believe that somehow, she could get back to him, and they could still be together. She wanted to stay in her room, on her bed, back to the wall, sometimes crying, sometimes dreaming of the times they had together. She was trapped in this sad place without the one man she loved most and now, she was helpless. Rose pulled the pillow closer to her neck with her right hand, silently cursing modern day bedding. She knew her mother expected her to get over him but she couldn't, not the way they parted. She wouldn't ever stop replaying the adventures they had in her mind, and she would never stop wishing that she had opened up to him about her feelings for him earlier.
Rose let out another small sob as Jackie stepped in. "Rose, love, it's the phone. The man on the end won't give me his name but he says he's from Torchwood." And that was when, for the first time in three days, Rose Tyler smiled and took the phone.
