#Sometimes he’d remember her #he’d gotten so good at burying her in the recesses of his mind #but on the dark nights in the TARDIS when the Ponds were sleeping and everything was too quiet #he’d think of her #He’d imagine how she would have reacted and what she would have done #(Sometimes he’d even imagine a timeline without meta-crises) #And just for the night he would lose himself in the Could Have Beens #He knows his time was ending soon - knows that his death is waiting for him on that beach #But on the nights where Rose filled his thoughts no beaches ever touched his thoughts - Bad Wolf or otherwise #EVERYTHING IS DOCTOR AND ROSE AND EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING HURTS
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“the wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as i; for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.” — oscar wilde.
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