"I hope you die!" so many have wished for his death. Amy and Rory had wished for him to die when he had told them the truth about River's death. His last companion had wished for his death when her planet was almost destroyed while he was trying to save it.
Now he walked through the halls of the TARDIS, ignoring her pleading hums as he walked into the kitchen. He hadn't thought he would end up like this oh so long ago when he had started traveling, that he would become a murderer, a destroyer of worlds, the man who's name was the most feared thing in the universe,
He walked over and grabbed a large knife, lifting his hand to bring it to his hearts, he had regenerated for the twelfth time more then a hundred years ago so he didn't have to worry about that and nobody would care if he died, in fact they would probably celebrate his demise.
He let the knife hover over his right heart hesitating for a second before he let himself think about all the lives he had ruined and with those thoughts in his head he plunged the knife downwards. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped from his lips as he fell to the floor in pain.
He lay on the floor in agony as a puddle of blood started to spread around his body, he let his hand drop
to his side leaving the knife still buried up to the hilt in his chest. The last thing he heard was the sad humming of the TARDIS as she grieved over her dying thief. Thousand light-years away Donna Temple-Noble screamed in pain as not only did her memories returned but also as she felt her spaceman dying.
As he toke his finale breath The Doctor felt a brief moment of peace wash away the pain and then his chest no longer moved and neither of his hearts beat. At that moment Donna Temple-Noble knew that she was the last of the time-lords.