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A/N: I'm a bit worried about putting this up, for I'm not sure if I've gotten the Doctor right, or anything else for that matter. But we'll see.
Even the Stars Refuse to Shine
Sometimes he sits on the doorstep of the TARDIS, looking out at space and time in all its brilliance. Rose, his Rose, is asleep, and he'll find himself thinking to fill up the silence.
And he'll let his mind wander, thinking about him, and her, and them. And that maybe two is better than one. He doesn't feel as—lonely—now, he'll realize.
Is that the word for it?
(Who cares?)
Because either way, he feels different. Those memories don't dig deep underneath his skin anymore. And he can't help but think that it's all because of her.
But human lives—oh, her life, it will be so fleeting. And, oh, it feels like they have all of time, but he knows different.
He lives in a time machine, damn it, doesn't that give them the right to forever?
And though it doesn't feel like it, days slither by, and again, he'll be sitting right across from the stars.
Rose shines brighter than all of you, he thinks vengefully.
But for how long? a little voice whispers in the back of his head.
His thoughts wander down dangerous paths, as he thinks of what could be, but what he knows won't. It's hope, a bright flash of hope that maybe, just maybe, keeps him daydreaming.
Then the TARDIS nudges him, and he'll see that they were about to fly into a supernova, and he'll get up, close the door, and manage the controls again.
But in the back of his mind, he quietly curses the supernova.
A/N: My first time writing for Doctor Who! Well, I'm quite obsessed with the show, so it's about time. But WARNING, this was written at night, with music blasting in my ears, and zero caffeine, so I'm not sure what to think.
And I'm anxious, because I really have no clue if I've gotten the Doctor right, or anything else so…
Thoughts would be greatly appreciated. :)