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Rose Tyler. Her very existence is a beautifully haunting melody that echoes through the Doctor's hearts, he had prided himself on bringing hope to the people around him but it looked pathetic next to her, she made people want to live just by looking in their direction.
He finds solace in the fact that she will find love wherever she goes even if it’s not with him. He wants to love her. He does love her. It's a love that exists in the quiet depths of him, hidden beneath layers of self-imposed restraint. And yet, he can't help but imagine a world where they could be more, where he could hold her hand without using running away from monsters as an excuse.
it's a fragile dream, destined to shatter against the harsh realities of their lives. It doesn’t matter how safe they are. He will change and keep on living, she’ll age. She’ll die. He’ll try and try but you simply can’t beat time.
And so, the Doctor loves her silently, his heart bursting with unspoken adoration. He treasures every moment they have, savoring the fleeting touches, the stolen glances, and the whispered confessions that remain suspended in the air between them. In his love for Rose, he finds solace and pain, a bittersweet reminder of the boundaries that confine their hearts.
He knows that their story is written in the stars, forever separated by the vast expanse of time and the unyielding laws of the universe. But even in the face of this heartbreaking truth, the Doctor can't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope, a thread of possibility that someday, somehow, their paths may align, if only for a brief moment, and a painful final goodbye.