Everything seemed to be working out. They were going to be alright; soon they'd be back in the TARDIS and flying back through space. She was running toward him now, a smile on her face. He spread his arms wide, welcoming her for an embrace. His hearts thudded with joy at seeing her again. She was here.
But then there was a shot, the sound echoing through the night. A single bullet fired, and hit its mark.
She didn't scream, but simply stopped. Her face slackened and her head titled down, looking at the growing red spot on her chest.
It was the Doctor who screamed.
He was by her side immediately, catching her as her knees buckled. He held her in his arms, laying her partially on the ground. Her breathing was uneven and she trapped a hand to her chest, trying to stop the crimson liquid from seeping out.
"Doctor," she gasped, tears of pain streaming from her eyes.
"I'm here," he told her, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. "I'm right here. You're gonna be alright, Rose. You hear? You're gonna be fine."
He turned away from her then, looking out to the people standing a distance away. All of them were still, fear covering their features as they stared at the Doctor and his Rose.
"Don't stand there!" the Doctor shouted. "Do something! Get help! Please!"
But they just shook their heads solemnly.
"PLEASE!" the Doctor cried again. "Anyone! My ship, get, get my ship, I can save her there! Just please help! Let me save her!"
"Doctor," Rose's soft voice brought his attention back to her. "It's okay… It's not your fault…"
She smiled up at him, her eyes half closed already. He knew he was crying, could feel the tears trailing down his face. He couldn't lose her…
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," she choked out, her breath fading in the last word.
"Rose," he murmured, caressing her face. "Don't go... Stay, stay with me, Rose. Please."
She gave him one last smile, before her eyes drifted closed. Her body fell limp in his arms as her life left her.
She was gone.
Tears falling freely from his eyes, he cradled her still form in his arms, crying out her name over and over. Trying to call her back to him. He couldn't live without her.
But Rose, his precious Rose, was no more.