A/N: SOOOOOO sorry I guess even my friends couldn't stop my procrastinating ways! Happy Christmas Emma and thanks for the book!xxxx

Rose awoke in her shared bed next to a gently sleeping Doctor, his hair sticking out in all directions and veiling his thin, structured face. She was unable to settle her troubled thoughts and resolved to move her limbs up and down the mattress restlessly, letting the cool sheets tangle with her legs and give them a small form of release.

She always used to daydream about moments like this-he would would hold her under the covers and stroke her hair, one arm lazily caressing her thigh as he would plant a tender kiss on her head from time to time. Not now though. Rose would distance herself as far as far away as she could on the bed; not able to reach out to him physically or emotionally. Frustration took hold of her and she sat straight up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a shallow yawn.

The balcony doors were cracked open, allowing a slight breeze to stir the floor-length curtains and filling the room with soft moonlight. Rose pushed off of the mattress and crept across the floor, making as little noise as she could until she reached the balcony. The same breeze that teased the curtains played with her hair and pink silk pajamas, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

The smooth wood felt like cool marble on her bare feet as she stepped to the railing, where Rose lowered herself and hugged her knees to her chest. With her chin tilted upon her legs, she was able to get a better look at the small stars dotting the sky around the full moon. One hand held onto the railing as she peered through, the bars creating an illusion of imprisonment. As of late, her very home had become such a prison, especially when she remembered the days of ultimate freedom she once had, coming and going as she pleased.

Underneath the night sky, Rose always felt a sense of ease and comfort. She didn't feel so alone, as if there was someone that was watching her from afar. She gave a deep sigh, "He's out there somewhere, sometime."

The planks creaked slightly as the Doctor stepped onto the balcony, never taking his his eyes off of Rose. He gingerly sat down with his legs crossed, reaching for her hand. She allowed him to lace his fingers tightly with hers, while he watched her from the corner of his eye. Averting her eyes from him, she turned to gaze at the stars and he took this as his cue to inch closer to her side and lean in.

"So many stars," he breathed out and looked up too, "you wonder which ones to wish on". He took in her blank face and sighed, tucking a windswept strand of hair behind her ear. He wanted so badly to comfort her, but knew that she didn't him to hold her close and tell her things would work out, she wanted the real Doctor to do so. So he did the the same thing he'd always done when Rose was restless, retreat to their room.

His words still lingered in the air while she sat still, but she shook her head knowing that it would be childish and silly to even attempt wishing on stars. However, she was desperate enough to do anything to attain the object of her desire, even if it was a simple wish. As a falling star streaked across the inky sky, leaving a bright trail behind it, Rose screwed her eyes tight and wished with as much earnest as she could muster.

"I wish that he would come back for me," and she thought to herself and let me be with him for as long as I live. Seconds ticked by and Rose flushed in embarrassment, feeling very silly and childish indeed. She closed her eyes again and let tears slip down her cheeks silently for the life and man she couldn't have anymore.