I am the Doctor.

I am a Time Lord of Gallifrey.

I am nine hundred and seven years old.

I have had many companions and I remember the names of every single one.

I have killed races and saved some, sometimes at the same time.

I am the Doctor.

And I am hopelessly alone.

xXx

Superman, that fictional character that those humans read in comic books - What if he screwed up? What if he accidently killed innocents, in order to save someone else?

Wouldn't they be mad? Enraged? This man, this hero, he's supposed to be perfect.

But that's just it. He's a man. An alien, for sure, but someone who makes mistakes.

It doesn't make him more relatable though, not like school, where they suddenly accepted you for being like them. No, it makes him more of an outcast.

So he must be perfect, in order to be loved.

They all seem to believe that I am the hero - the person who flies in when times are desperate and saves the day. Who flies back out when he was finished. Who is always perfect and pristine.

Who doesn't need someone to save him. Who doesn't need someone to comfort him when he messes up.

xXx

I've never cried.

Everyone cries at some point.

Babies cry when they're hungry. Children and teenagers cry when they've been hurt. Adults and the Elderly cry when they've lost someone or themselves.

When it comes to emotions, humans and Time Lords are very much alike, though we don't cry easy.

My entire race is gone. I have been tortured by my own thoughts. I have destroyed races. I have lost friends, good friends.

I believe I should be allowed some time to cry.

xXx

The companions have their place in the time stream.

I cannot take them out forever. They must go back at some point.

And I remain here. Suspended in time with only my memories to hunt the empty TARDIS.

Every time they leave, there is a gap. There is no longer a voice excitedly exploring every nook and cranny of the universe. There is no longer someone begging to be taken somewhere. There is no laughter.

It is me.

The TARDIS.

Silence.

And unbearable memories.

xXx

I have needs, there are somethings I can't do. I need love. I need someone to hold. I need someone who is there for me every now and then. I need to cry. I need a person who is there. I can't save everyone. I can't work miracles. I can't bring back the dead. I can't carry the weight of the universe on my shoulders. I can't be that knight in shining armor every single time.

'What is the point of you then?'

Yes, what is the point of me?

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