A/N: So I just kind of made this because, well, it came into my head one day and I felt like making it. So, let me know what you think! Oh, and I don't own Doctor Who.
Stone Tears
She looks upon the deceased and their tear-shed families every day. It's a rather dull job, and one that does nothing to burst forth her optimism, but a part of her still enjoys it. She looks on silently as they weep sorrowful tears. Rarely does she feel their sadness, and she hardly ever reacts to it. Her sisters and brothers look on hungrily, and they mocked her the first time the stony tears slid down her cheeks out of respect and sorrow for the saddened family, and since then she has held back, while frost crept over her heart.
As she observes, she notices another watcher, not far from the group of humans, who is obviously related to them. But he just stands there, not joining the group. Her cold heart warms slightly at the sight of him. He obviously doesn't want to show his weakness, and prefers standing on the side-lines, just like her.
She starts to move towards him, going unnoticed until he sees her out of his peripheral vision. She stops immediately, afraid that he will run off. She just wants to see him up closer, nothing else. Instead, he seems intrigued by her.
She feels flattered. No one ever looks upon her with curiosity, only fear or reverence. He blinks. She moves forward slightly, careful to keep the same facial expression in case he notices her movement. He starts forward as if to examine her, and stops only a foot or so away. It would only take a blink of a second, and she could touch him, he was that close, but she didn't want to do that. No, not to him. Anyone else, maybe, but not him.
She wishes she could move away, or shout or something, because then he is moving to place his hand upon her arm, and if she were different she would have cried out in agony. He disappears instantly. Most likely to a time at least a hundred years before now, where she will never see him again. She feels strength go through her as his would-be timeline courses through her veins, but it feels painful rather than the usual rush.
No one notices his absence, and she takes the time of being unseen to bring her hands up and weep, like she hasn't done in a while. Her wings feel heavy, and she doesn't move from that position for a long time.
To this day, no one knows why the angel is there, but it remains there always, silently crying. They usually don't put too much thought to it, as it is a cemetery, and many religious figures stand around those that are sleeping. If it is brought up in conversation, however, she is always called "The Weeping Angel".