This is my first fic, so please be nice, but critisium is accepted.(And I know I spelt that wrong!)
Diclaimer- Once I drempt that I owned Doctor Who. Then I woke and realised that all I own is a toothbrush and a blade of grass. The BBC own all, yes all, of the charcters and places mentioned in this story. How depressing
Spoilers - The girl in the fireplace
Everything had changed. All she did now was cry and think of what had caused the endless emptiness.
He had left her. Left her with Mickey to die all alone on the vast spaceship. She thought he loved her. He had never said it, but he didn't need to, it was in his eyes.
He had broken her heart. He had left her for Reinette, and it had broken her heart.
Rose wept and wept. She hated the Doctor, and still loved him. He had left her for Reinette, left her to die. But he still came back, and she still met him with a hug and support. He had said he was alright, that he was always alright. Rose didn't believe him, but for tonight, she put herself first, and cried herself to sleep. Because she was not going to lie to herself and say that she didn't love the Doctor. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that she wasn't jealous of Madame de Pompadour. Tonight she would be truthful to herself, because for Rose Tyler, nothing would ever be alright again.