AN//: This is my attempt at moving on from Doomsday. I can accept (well not really…but if I have to…) Rose leaving and all. What I can't get over is that the Doctor wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. Minute I heard this song I knew it was perfect for fixing that.

P.S. Italics signify singing. For the sake of the story, please just pretend it was a sacred tradition on Gallifrey to express grief in a song…hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Your Eyes". It's a song written by Jonathan Larson for his play Rent, which is a masterpiece, everyone should at least see the film…I also don't own Doctor Who. Maybe some day, though that is soooo wishful thinking….

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The Doctor stood in front of the TARDIS doors, hands in his pockets, staring ahead, unseeing. It had been the work of countless sleepless night to get himself this far. Hours of careful plotting, staring up at the control room ceiling, attempting to ignore the memories the darkness hurled at him. In particular, memories of her, Rose Tyler…

He had failed, when saying goodbye to her, to tell her how he truly felt. He'd tried before, but always his own fear had choked him into silence. Then, when he'd finally garnered the courage to tell her…his time ran out and he faded away with those words still unuttered. And now here he was, one year later to the day he'd lost her, and still those words remained unspoken.

The TARDIS bleeped encouragingly, lights flickering gently, reminding him of where he was and what he was about to do. He closed his eyes tight, hand blindly reaching out to gasp the door handle. He shouldn't be doing this. He couldn't do this. His mind screamed this fact at him. It wouldn't bring her back. Nothing could bring her back. He should just turn around, put in a new set of coordinates, and leave. He should- The Doctor shook his head, running a long fingered hand through his unruly hair, banishing the tempting thought. It hardly mattered; he owed it to Rose to do this. He'd let her down so many times before. He wouldn't add this moment to that long list.

Before he could change his mind, he steeled himself, and shoved the doors of the TARDIS open and stepped outside. The doors shut smartly behind him as he took a moment to gaze about his bleak surroundings. The Ghostwatch room was dark; the pale light of the waning moon barely penetrating through the splintered cracks that crisscrossed the windows like glassy veins, and completely deserted. The remaining office equipment lay twisted, bent, and scattered about the room, skeletons broken and left to decay, clothed in a fine layer of dust. Outside, the streets of London pulsed with life, ignorant of the single empty monument to the sacrifice the Earth's Savior and Defender had paid exactly one year ago.

The Doctor's gaze was automatically drawn to the wall on the opposite end of the room. The sight was a hard blow to the stomach, and before the Doctor even realized it, his feet had carried him rapidly across the room, footsteps echoing hollowly on the tiled floor, until he stood before it, face to face. He stared at the wall for a long time; a few inches and forever away from her, then, slowly, he reached out a shaking hand and lightly, then more firmly, pressed it against the smooth blank expanse.

The instant his skin made contact, he crumpled against it, chest heaving for breath, as the full weight of all his grief, rage, and loneliness came to bear down on him. His shoulders shook with the tremendous force, as he pressed his forehead against the cold unforgiving surface. But no tears fell, though they stung his chocolate-coated amber eyes. Bracing himself against the wall, he closed his stinging eyes, lips hovering a mere inch away from the wall.

The Doctor leaned against the wall for an immeasurable amount of time, shoulders trembling with the force of his grief. It was only with the loud ringing of Big Ben's chimes that he recalled his purpose. Choking back his pain, just long enough to roughly pull himself together, the Doctor straightened into an upright position. Taking a deep breath he leaned in closer to the wall, sensing where the hairline crack was at it's largest, until his lips were a mere few centimeters away from the unmarred surface.

"This is a message for Rose Tyler," he whispered, speaking into the crack in the void, impossibly hoping he could be heard on the other side. "I should tell you, I should tell you…" his voice cracked with raw emotion, as an image of Rose staring up at him; sobbing her farewell, filled his mind. Desperately he cleared his throat and tried again to put into melody what he needed to say. He took another deep breath and began to sing in a soft yet vibrant baritone.

"Your eyes, as we said our goodbyes

Can't get them out of my mind

And I find I can't hide

From your eyes

The ones that took me by surprise

The night you came into my life,

Where there's moonlight I see your eyes

How'd I let you slip away? When I'm longing so to hold you?

Now I'd die, for one more day

'Cause there's something I should have told you

There's something I should have told you

When I looked into your eyes

Why does distance make us wise?

You were the song all along

And before the song dies…

I should tell you, I should tell you

I have always loved you.

You can see it in my eyes…"

As the last notes of the song slipped past his guarded lips the restraint he'd carefully crafted broke with an almost audible snap. He collapsed and slid down the wall, chest heaving for breath, seized in the jaws of a terrible grief which refused to release him. Perversely he welcomed it, relishing the shocking rush of hurt that lanced through him anew.

"Rose!" he cried out, voice breaking with pain, fists pressed to the wall; one uncurling to claw desperately at the unbroken plaster. "Oh, Rose…" A painful shudder wracked his thin frame. Dimly, as if from an impossible distance, he heard her call out to him, for him, scream his title desperately….or was that just wishful thinking?

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AN: Hope you enjoyed! Please read and review!

Cen