Stars are bursting into the smallest of molecules and atoms and making breathtaking smoke clouds of purple, green and every other dazzling colors known to the ever expanding universe. Planets are forming and dying and living. People are reaching for the darkness to find the great amount of light filled hope that they can almost taste it.
Cultures are fighting and creatures are dying, and monsters are smiling. Heroes are rising and kindness is hugging all of existence. Rocks are crashing and oceans are weeping, thunder is clapping and lightning is dazzled.
In the night sky.
The universe is spinning, falling and flying at the speed envied by light, people are cheering at humans are crying, aliens are alighted with delight as their hearts soar with their first rocket ship. Fathers are forgotten as mothers mourn, children clinging to innocence. Sorrows silencing the saddened singers.
The universe is a bad place with its dark corners darkening, and gloom gripping its inhabitants.
The universe is a sick place.
And
That is why it need The Doctor.
The Doctor will cast the light from his sonic screwdriver on the dark corners, he will have his TARDIS howl at the silence and break the broken smiles. He will remember the forgotten and claim the blame, even if it is to just take the load off someone else.
The Doctor heals the hurt and reminds the people why they are sad. They are sad because they were happy and then he reminds them that they will be happy again because that's what always happens after being sad, eventually.
Smiles shimmer and silence brakes as he struts in, the healer the holler with happiness.
The universe once forgot that it was happy, the doctor changed that.
And yet
No one sees the withered wrinkles, the stretched smile, nor the dull the dust filled eyes of the man who showed them the light.
They do not hear the mourn full moans of the broken timelord.
Except her
She saw all these things and said, "no." she did not fix the man in the blue box, for a broken thing cannot be truly fixed, it can only be mended.
She, the woman that no one took a second glance at, mended the fix it man. She reminded him that not everything had to be his fault and that not everything had to be the way that it was.
She taught him it was ok to be afraid and to be silly and to be sad. She showed him that he could be anyone he wanted as long as he was himself, she told him that he was all that she needed and that she wanted nothing more and nothing less.
He will miss her and she will miss him, in their own way they completed each other and that was that mattered.
She showed him the corners he missed, not the dark corners, the corners filled with life, filled with ease and filled with gratitude. These corners were filled with the most remarkable of things.
Things that showed children from every inch of the universe hope, reminded the withered old men of the magic behind the stars, revealed the peace and happiness to the women. These things brought light to darkness not as an enemy but as an old friend, life and death worked together as equal partners with a bittersweet love, good and evil worked together to show why the other was needed.
The universe exploded with life when the doctor arrived because he was and always will be, its peace keeper and sanity savior…
As it is for him.