96. Doctor Who - empty

[Doctor/Donna | G | angst/introspection]

she is gone.  her warmth no longer lingers here.  it's cold.  and it's empty.  and he feels her absence more deeply than he'd like.  she's not here, and she never will be again.  the days go on, uncaring.  the sun rises and sets.  in the darkened sky over twenty-first century Earth the light still shines from stars long since dead and gone.  from galaxies long since destroyed.

it offers no comfort knowing that this is right and this is the way it was meant to happen.  because it's not right.  it is not right.  she should be here beside him, rolling her eyes at his jokes and making him smile when it's all gone so wrong.  when nothing's alright.  telling him that he's wrong and that she knows better.  telling him when to stop.

but she's gone.  and there's no one to laugh at his wit, and there's no one to colour this emptiness.  she's gone, and there's no one to stop him.  he's lost her, and he has lost himself.  the storm is rising, and there's no one to stand in his way.