Can it rain in space?
If it could, The Doctor had never really noticed.
A lot of strange things happened in the endless blackness of the universe: burning cold stars, signals reaching over billions of light-years, the strangest of planets, the strangest of species, but rain? Out of nowhere?
It wasn't ever important enough to notice.
That's the problem with running so hard and so fast - you miss the precious, little, meaningless moments that are simply so…perfect.
Like rain from nowhere.
He saw the droplets form on the small windows on the TARDIS doors. They fell and streaked down, a soft constant stream.
His heavy steps clunked down the few stairs to the very bottom floor of the TARDIS.
His fingers reached up to straighten his Stetson before continuing upward and resting on the cold, moist glass.
So many good times contained in here - hundreds and hundreds of years. An unbearable amount of memories in even simply these small window panes.
And now it was his last trip.
And space just cried for him.
Nothing scientific about it - the universe just cried.
It was nice to think like that…to look past fact and imagine about the stars like a naïve little human. It was, after all, the last time he would see these twinkling lights.
He ran his fingers along the condensation, trying not to think about the oils his finger prints left on the glass or the true foolishness of what he was doing.
In the window's moist mist, his fingers traced. When he stepped away, you could look through the two little hearts he had left drawn on the panel and see the vastness of the universe.
And you could see in his tired and old eyes how he loved it all…
And the universe just cried for him.
Just got done watching Closing Time for the second time! The ending makes me so excited for Saturday! ! !