Alone.
He always ended up alone.
How he hated that word.
"Alone."
Always alone, always.
Through all his regenerations, all of his companions- all of them- could never stay. They got overwhelmed, scared, bored even, or they were taken away from him like Rose Tyler. It didn't matter the reason, they always left him. He was always the lonely angel, the lonely god, as some called him.
The name 'Rose Tyler' made him choke. He had loved her, but had never gotten to tell her so. God, he missed her so much. She had been one of his favorite companions. She was so bright, she was funny, she was like his own personal sun. Her bright attitude lit up his life every time he saw her.
And then she was whisked away to that parallel universe, away from him forever.
And he was alone again.
Always alone.
He hated that word so much.