She sat at the windowsill of the living-room and starred outside. The garden lay there, quiet and calm, the sunlight supported the peaceful atmosphere. Colourful flowers and green grass normally characterized the garden in which she had usually sat with the Doctor on the warm days of summer. Rose would never start to really call the half-human Doctor John Smith even if everyone else did. But now it started to become autumn and the garden had lost much of its charm. It was not as full of live and colours as it had been in the summer. The only things that held its appearance was Rose´s imagination and the effort he had actually put into it. However, it could not calm her down now but remembered her of all the times she had tried to avoid the Doctor´s company by fleeing to the gardening.
Their relationship had gone well for the first two months and then it had started to break. She knew that he loved her, that was not the problem. But he was so different from the man she fell in love with. Of course she loved him. it was just that she sometimes could not cope with him complaining. The problem was neither that he was complaining at all- it was his right to do so- but the way he did so. He could hurt her, really hurt her, in a way the real Doctor would have never been able to do. The worst thing about this was, that he never intended to hurt her. It was just a part of his character, half Rose´s doctor and half his former companion Donna Noble.
She ran her fingers through her hair and tried not to cry about the memory on their last fight. He had come home from work, she had not done the household completely. That would not have been such a big deal if she had not promised him to do so. He had not even been that angry, he had just made a joke she could not bear and then it had somehow escalated. She was insecure, he felt rejected. Rose tried so hard to comfort him in any possible way but that was not always as easy as it sounded.
She pressed her fist against her lips, holding back her tears because she knew exactly that if she cried, the Doctor would hear her trough the walls. He was always concerned about her, he directly sensed when she did not feel well and now he probably did only stay away from her because he knew he hurt her.
"Darling." Rose winced at the sound of his voice. He had not even knocked at the doorframe. She turned around, her face distorted of wrench. He did not ask how she felt because he already knew. He just stood there, glanced at her with a suffering expression in his face. "I am sorry, Rose. I know that I should not have shouted at you. Please forgive me." He looked like a beaten dog and Rose directly started to wonder how she could have been angry with him.
"No, Doctor. I am sorry." She slid off of the windowsill, tears still shining in her eyes. "I´ve always dreamed of being back together with you and now that I have what I want I can´t handle it. I love you, Doctor. I just have to adjust with the situation."
He did not answer but pulled her into a deep embrace, kissing the top of her head. She felt his lips touching her trough her thick, blonde hair. She could smell him and for one second she forgot everything else. The world around her, their fights, the fact that it was getting colder every day. All the things that turned her depressed and powerless did not count, now that she laid in his arms.
"I love you, too, Rose. More that you´ll ever know."