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Word-amenity (noun)-a useful, attractive, or pleasant feature. A service, manner, or feature that gives pleasure or satisfaction.
Prompt-Rose's best amenity was her smile.
The skinny "man" cracked open the door and tiptoed inside. He shut the door very softly and quickly trod over to the desk beside the bed. He was careful not to disturb any of her things as he sat down.
In front of him sat a spiral bound notebook and a ballpoint pen. He flipped that notebook to a clean page and started writing.
"Dear Rose,
Like I said before, I'm not sure why I'm doing this. I think part of me hopes you'll get to read these one day; or maybe I need to confirm that you were ever here in the first place. I need to remember. I need to hold on to you. I need you."
The Doctor paused momentarily to let out a wet sort of chuckle.
"You changed me, Rose Tyler, I became much to human while you were around.
Anyway. Donna, I told you about Donna didn't I? She said I needed someone "to stop me". She didn't think she could be that person, but she basically made me promise to find someone to travel with. The truth is, I only want you, but she's right. I need to find someone because I can't have you, and I can't end it all, as much as I'd like to. That day, with Donna, under the Thames was the closest I've come, possibly ever, to intentionally dying for good. Just to escape the pain of not having you. But, you would be so angry. You know me too well. And you, and Donna, and Sarah Jane, and everyone else are right. I need someone so that I can keep saving you bloody humans from the never ending threats that come your way.
So, I found someone. Her name is Martha. I think you'd like her, although I don't know. She seems rather attached to me. She might be jealous. She asked me about you today, Martha. We've just been through quite an adventure in New New York. I swear that place just breeds bad luck. I saw the Face of Boe again. He finally died. It was awful, but I think it was time for him to go. I almost envied him. He said to me "You are not alone", whatever that means I have no idea. I mean I've got Martha, so I guess I'm technically not alone, and there's always the TARDIS. What do you think Rose? What would you say if you were here?"
The Doctor paused again, trying to regain his train of thought.
"Oh yes! So, Martha asked me about you today. I thought for a while. I wasn't really sure how to describe you to someone who doesn't already know you. To me you're just Rose; beautiful in all your human imperfections. And beyond that there are just too many unquantifiable things to say. I tried to explain this to Martha, but she was very persistent, so finally I settled on the one thing I felt I could safely say without crying. (I cry much too often now. I suppose that's your fault, in a way. Sometimes I think Martha hears me. She's smart, that Martha). "Rose's best amenity was her smile." That's all I said. For me, that's all that needs saying. I remember you, and that's painful enough without strangers carrying your ghost around with them as well. But don't you dare think I regret you Rose Tyler, don't you dare. I-" he paused in his scratchings and a couple of tears smeared the ink on the paper. "Oh never mind. No one but me will ever read these anyway," more tears fell. The Doctor knew he had to wrap up soon.
"Missing you always,
Doctor"
The Doctor shut the notebook and set the pen neatly down next to it before almost literally rolling onto the magenta comforter of Rose's bed, and crying himself to sleep.