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Summary: Rose wakes up, remembering why the Doctor looked so familiar to her.
I'd like to add that english is not my first language; usually, I translate some fics but I wanted to try writing one, especially since I had this idea and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I thought why not. If you notice any mistakes, please tell me!
Enjoy.
Goodbye.
When she saw his tenth face, he seemed familiar. She didn't know why, but he was. Then, she thought maybe was it his eyes ; even though the colour wasn't the same, it still had the same light in them, the same warmth. And so, she didn't worry about it and repressed that feeling.
Sometimes, the way he said some things reminded her of… she didn't know what. She just had this weird feeling of déjà-vu. Then again, she convinced herself that it was her imagination, her head messing with her and that was it. Never did she tell him about those moments.
And then, he was gone. Or maybe was it her. She didn't know. All she knew was they'd never be together again. Never would she see his awesome brown hair again or the big smile he seemed to save just for her. Never would he pick her up in his arms to hug her again. It was over. They were over, whatever "they" was.
And so, one night, she remembered. She had spent the day in her bed, crying, and when she fell asleep, exhausted, she dreamt of him. But she knew it wasn't just a dream. It was so much more than that ; a memory. A cold January night, a year ago. It felt like ages. At the time, she hadn't even heard of the Doctor yet. A man, half hidden in the shadows. She had barely been able to see his face. She'd assumed he was drunk, especially when he asked her which year it was. Then, he'd told her something so nice, she was surprised. "I bet you'll have a really great year."
She woke up with a start, her heart beating fast. It was him. The Doctor. That's why he looked familiar. She had seen him even before meeting him ; the other him, the one she first met.
He came to see her when she didn't know who he was yet, which could only mean one thing : He was saying goodbye.