Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Michael Buble, sadly enough. The title comes from Crowded House, "You're the one to make me cry."
1. Doomsday: You're the one to make me cry
My Dearest Rose,
You are gone. I watched you disappear like some too distant radio signal. You were consumed by a wave of static until all that was left was white noise. And I was left staring at the empty deck of my Tardis.
You so beautiful and brave. My Rose.
Damn my mind. Too many thoughts, too many words all racing through it at a million miles per hour. The words tumbled from my lips, eating up precious time until it was gone.
Some Time Lord I am. I mean what man with that appellation can run out of time? Well, obviously me, the dunce, the outcast. Never quite good enough I'm afraid. Nope, can't even bear my soul. Yet You could, the "stupid ape" I brought along could bravely say three words that I still fear.
Nine hundred years! I've experienced a lot. I lost my world, my people, committed double genocide, and saved Earth way too many times to count. Yet in that mess, that conflagration of pain . . . I found. . . you.
My salvation. My Rose. You brought me out of the darkness and gave me strength to go on. But I . . . I feel it creeping up on me again.
The pain is too much, as if I have been torn in two, missing a huge piece of myself. I want to see worlds burn again so that others can know my pain. And I want to kill in your name as if to prove my worthiness . . .
But that won't prove anything accept that I am a coward. That the last of the Time Lords, consumed in grief turned into the one thing he hated above all and the one thing you would fear: a murderer.
Oh Rose, how I wish you were here. I'd tell you. I really would. I wouldn't choke or switch subjects quite awkwardly. I would tell you finally. I would tell you what I thought I had conveyed, what I thought you could feel when I held your hand, or said fantastic or called you brilliant.
I love you.
The Doctor
P.S. Leave it to me to finally say it in a letter you'll never get.