I know. I know. I know. It's been ages. And all I can say is I'm sorry, and I hope this chapter makes up for it a little. Inspired by the song "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City, which I do not own. Nor do I own Doctor Who. Alas. Review?

"The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you…I'd send a postcard to you dear cuz I wish you were here."

There were still moments when he would stop and gaze at the stars. He would stop and actually breathe. He would think. But thinking was dangerous. Because it always led back to thoughts of her. And that made him sad. Not that he wasn't happy for her. She finally got to live the life she'd always wanted. With him, no less. It made him sad because sometimes, just sometimes, he almost wished that he'd gotten to live that life too. With her. She was the only one who had ever made him believe that he could settle for the domestic.

"I'll watch the night turn light-blue, but it's not the same without you because it takes two to whisper quietly."

She stood on the porch of their lovely little house and gazed longingly up at the stars, her arms crossed over her chest. A noise uttered from within the house startled her back to reality and she threw a look over her shoulder. The house was silent again. Her eyes found their way back to the sky. It was funny. She was living exactly the life she had been wishing and hoping and praying for the last few years. But somehow it wasn't the same. Not that she wasn't happy. Oh, but she was ecstatic. Still, there was that little voice of doubt in her heart that told her how much better it might have been.

"The silence isn't so bad 'til I look at my hands and feel sad cuz the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."

If there was one thing he missed above everything else, it was holding hands with her. Not for the sole physical act of it all. But because, when she was around, he was never alone. No matter where he disappeared to in his mind, no matter how dark, all she had to do was slip her warm hand into his, and the world was right again. Even if it wasn't. How funny the impact that one tiny human act had on him. But the truth was, it was her hand that did it. Her presence. How he missed it all. The smile. The laugh. The voice. He clenched his lonely hand as he turned away from the Powell Estate and walked back to the Tardis in silence.

"I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in two days cuz cold nostalgia chills me to the bone."

The sleeping had gotten easier since she had gotten "him" back, but sometimes the memories and the dreams kept her away even when "he" had long since dozed off. At times like those, she would carefully and silently slip out of bed without waking him. She would find herself on their front porch, watching stars that seemed familiar. But they weren't the same ones she knew with him. These weren't the stars they had braved together so many times. And these weren't the stars he danced in and out of every day. He was a long way away, and nothing could bring him back. Except for these memories of hers.

"As many times as I blink, I'll think of you tonight."

There wasn't a moment that she wasn't somehow on his mind. That was the way of the Time Lord brain. Multi-layered, really. He could think of a million things at the same time, could feel about a billion all at once. So there was a constant hum in his brain that was her, the memory of her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Not, actually, that he ever wanted to stop.

"And I'll forget the world that I knew, but I swear I won't forget you. Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh, darling, I wish you were here."

She could get used to it. Not living with him. No adventures. Not like they used to be. But she would never forget him. Never could. As brilliant as "he" was in this universe, as much as she truly loved "him"…there would always be a piece of her heart that belonged only to the him that she had first met, oh so long ago. That part of her would always miss him, would always want him to come back.

No matter what, there would always be a part of all three of their hearts (the Rose's one and the Doctor's two) that would keep on fighting to be together, no matter how impossible, especially because it was impossible.