Hi. So I decided to rewrite this because it was so bad. Please review/follow/favorite! Also, I WILL get a new chapter up soon. And Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it!
The Doctor sat by the TARDIS console and listened to her quiet hum. Martha had gone to her room (humans did need sleep after all), and he was left alone with his thoughts.
He tried to think of other things, he really did! Of other adventures, of Martha or Donna, but his mind just kept coming back to her.
Rose.
She was gone.
He felt empty without her, like nothing mattered, like there was no point to it all. He had lost ones he'd loved before, but that didn't make this loss any easier to bear.
He missed her terribly, his pink and yellow human with her tongue in teeth grin. He missed her laughter, her eyes, her very presence. She had always known what to do or say, how to comfort him, help him, make him see what he'd missed. There was no one in the universe quite like her.
If the universe had granted him just 5 more seconds, if he had just told her he loved her instead of stalling, than perhaps this loss would have been less overwhelming. He should never have gone to Torchwood, should never have investigated the ghosts. But then Earth would be no more, and he couldn't stand to see that. Now however, he could never see her, never touch her, never hold her again. It would always come down to saving many versus one. He would save the world but lose the one person who mattered most to him. He always chose wrong, but it was always too late. Perhaps there was no right choice.
It wasn't fair. The universe wasn't fair, but he saved it every time. The Doctor wished someone would save him too.
I know it's not too different, but I felt like the changes had to be made.