Disclaimer: I do not own doctor who, (unfortunately) and this drabble was made for non profit purposes.
Hearts
He stumbled against the tardis, putting his arm out to steady himself. He was just so tired. Tired of the constant pain. He knew he had done the right thing for her; she had the man she loved. Man, not alien. She could live a normal life, and he hoped she would be happy. The fact of the matter was he was jealous, jealous of himself. The human him, the life he would never have, the domestics. He didn't do domestic…because he couldn't. He was just too alien for that. He couldn't even say the three most important words of his life, to the most important thing in his life. When she had kissed the OTHER him, he knew that she had, after all these years, really longed for a normal man to love. Someone who could say the little things she wanted to hear, someone with whom she could grow old with.
How many times can someone watch the people they love die and fade? Surely there's got to be a point where something breaks. Where you've just seen too much of the world to want to carry on. When you just want to stop moving.
Stop feeling.
Stop hurting.
Stop caring.
Crack
The sound echoed round the inside of the Tardis, as his hearts broke.