Dear Doctor,
I've lost you again. For the second time in my life I stood on that beach and mourned the loss of you. But this time I was not alone, you stood beside me, holding my hand as the TARDIS escaped my life once more. You couldn't say the words, but he could. He is you, so why couldn't you say them?
You stood beside me and watched as you left us behind to live a life I never wanted without you. How can I go on with this duplicate, living my life from day to day with a human version of the man I grew to love traveling through time and space?
Out of love for you I will make a life, but I will still think of you, traveling in the TARDIS. I will think of the room I left behind there, of the times we spent running and the wars we won, the people we saved.
I hope you still travel with Donna, she is your other half now, part Time Lord part human, as you are to me now. You're asleep right now. It feels strange to have you sleeping beside me while I write. You're here, but then again you aren't.
Rose looked at the words she had written on the page, a letter to the man she would never see again, and see every day. She closed the book and placed it in the table next to her before rolling over and inspecting him.
It was odd to watch him as he slept, the only other time she had this luxury was when he had regeneration sickness. He was the same man as then, only different. She noticed the changes, how could she not.
He carried himself a little differently, his voice fluctuating just a little differently then before. She reached over and swept aside a lock of hair that lay on his forehead. He smiled in his sleep and she couldn't help but smile herself.
She had her Doctor, and in a way, he had her. She thought once more to the real Doctor, to the one still traveling through time and space. As she gazed at the man in front of her, she could imagine clearly the man who left her behind.
She questioned if she could go through life, living with this man at her side when the real Doctor was still without her. For him she would try.
The Doctor looked around at the different shops, trialing behind Rose as she jumped from one thing to the next. She always loved it when he brought her to these little out of the way planets, with their strange shops and unknown treasures.
He noticed a shop with books and headed over to look, Rose was off looking at some trinkets. The shopkeeper was a little woman with eyes that spoke of age and knowledge. He glanced at the titles in front of him, taking them in and picking the ones he found interesting up and giving them a better look.
"Find anything you like?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Na, just lookin'" he replied while glancing sideways at Rose a couple stalls down.
"I have just the thing for you" the little lady announced and shoved two books in his hands. He gave them a look and smiled. On the cover was a rose, pressed into what looked like blue leather, almost the exact same color as the TARDIS.
"What are they?" he asked, opening one up and looking inside, nothing but blank pages.
"Journals" she replied, "one for you…one for your lady there" and she looked over at Rose. The Doctor looked from the book over to Rose as well. She looked up at the same time and they exchanged a smile.
"I'll take them" he said and paid the woman, slipping them in his pocket.
Him and Rose spent the rest of that day walking around, taking in the sights and enjoying the day. It was rare they ever got to do it. When they entered the TARDIS several hours later Rose retired to her room and the Doctor took a seat in the control room.
He pulled out one of the journals and looked at it, the rose seemed to leap out of the cover at him. He stared at it for a moment before opening the cover and looking inside once more. When he looked inside there was writing there. Curious he began to read, and as he did so, he couldn't believe what he was reading.
He looked from the book to the door Rose had disappeared behind, and then back at the book. He flipped through the book and a letter fell out. He picked it up off the floor and began to read it.
To the user of these journals,
All that needs to be done to communicate from one to the other is to write within its pages and the other will be able to read.
That was all there was, nothing else. He looked back at the page in the book and then pulled out the other. All its pages were blank. He looked back at the other one and read the letter again, his heart sank.
He was going to lose Rose.