"Rose Tyler I-" The never ending ring in her ears. What was he going to say? I love you? I hate you? I like custard? Well now she would never know. Now she would never see him again. John's Birthday, 25th December, was the best and worst day of her life. The best because John was born that day, the worst because it was Christmas. The day she fell in love with him. The Doctor. Her Doctor. And she still loved him, even after 3 years. Even after the Slitheen and the Autons. The Abzorballoff and the Werewolf. The Daleks and the Cybermen. After Torchwood.
"-love you." But that didn't matter anymore. Everything he loved he'd lost. Donna, Martha, Jenny and Gallifrey. Most importantly, Rose. In his world, all of them were dead. Donna by the Vashtanarada, Martha by the Hath, Jenny by the bullet and Gallifrey by the Daleks. Rose was different though, she was killed by him. He'd led her through time, through space. Through wars and invasions. He should've known. The Doctor can see the whole of time and space in his head and yet he couldn't see it all coming. Now it was Christmas. The best and worst day of his life. The best because that's when Earth was most happy, the worst because that was the day he fell in love with her. The Doctor still loves her. Rose Tyler. But they took her away from him. Torchwood took her away from him.