And at last, we come to an end. I had a lot of fun writing these (well, as fun as writing super angsty and sad stuff can be) and there is much sadness on my part to have to finish these. Never fear, though, Letters To The Doctor (Rose's POV) will soon be coming to Fanfiction. Anyways, thanks to all the people who read these and the ones who reviewed! Now, allonsy!

Rose,

Who knew that that knowing the amount of number ones that Elvis had could be so important? To most people, this could only win you a trivia contest, but today it saved my life. Who knew?

Today Martha and I were trapped on a spacecraft heading right into the heart of a sun, and we had only 42 minutes until we burned. I had to wear that awful orange space suit again. Remember the last time I wore it, Rose? That terrible beast from the pit who knew what was going to happen to you. The valiant child who will soon die in battle, it said. And it was right. Of course, it wasn't exact. You didn't actually die, for starters. And you are no child.

I came so close to telling you I loved you then. Right before I cut the cable and fell into the pit, I said "And tell Rose- Oh, she knows." That was so stupid of me. So incredibly idiotic and cowardly not to just say it already. I could've prevented so much pain with just three words right then. Just three. 904 years of time and space, and yet I was still afraid to tell a woman I loved her.

I hope that right now, wherever you are, you know. Do you?

And yet again, I come to the unbreakable wall between us. I will never get an answer to that question. Never. What a terrible word.

And maybe that's why

I have

I have to give you up, Rose. No, it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore. If you ever read these, you'll know just how impossible that is. It means I've got to stop writing these letters. Because as long as I keep writing, I will never truly accept that you are gone. And that will drive me mad. And if I lose control of myself for just one second... I will rip the universes apart looking for you.

Billions will die, and it'll be my fault because I couldn't handle being Roseless. I may not have been brave enough to tell you before, but I have to have enough courage to give you up now.

Oh Rose... You will forever be my fantastic, brilliant, shining, blazing, beautiful Rose.

Love,

Doctor