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I like life.
wa watashi no mono da.
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“Rose? Rose, I know it’s late, but I hope you’re doing well.” He’s had this conversation in his head a trillion, billion times. Every time she started communicating with him he squeezed his eyes shut and ran away. He ran away to another planet, another universe - anywhere. Her soft eyes and round mouth lived at the back of his thwarted brain where he could nearly feel her there, simply existing like something more than a memory. One time he almost expected a soft kiss to the back of his head, which would be entirely irrational and ridiculous. Rose Tyler was gone. Rose Tyler was safe with himself… as funny and as itchy as he found it.  They had pulled together on the beach and he needed to leave. He had to go. If he knew himself as well as he thought he did, his metacrises would make her understand because his doppleganger knew the terrible pain within his hearts. He would sit on a park bench and hold Rose’s soft hand (probably a day or two later) and tell her that he’s him, and that was so very true, it was. The Doctor liked it that way. Though, it was very funny how he could turn around and become jealous of himself. HE got to kiss Rose Tyler, HE got to keep her safe, HE got to have the privilege of watching her children grow up beautifully. If they had children, that is. He tried not to think about that because it would make him something much worse than a Time Lord, and that would be a dreamer. That was something the Doctor would never see. In a way, it was better. The Doctor could never disappoint her, hurt her, but there was one thing he could never do… and that was to forget her.