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nov 29: dwfanfic: born to walk alone [Gen. TenthDoctor]

born to walk alone;
Gen. Tenth Doctor;
U-Rated; 200words; Post S4 , no spoilers.

And in the end he loses them all. And it is as the black-horse nightmare of the apocalypse galloping towards him in a rush of fear-guilt-damnation that drown him in these humane emotions so foreign yet so familiar, so comforting warm and searing hurtfulness as they prickle at his skin with needle sharp pins of pain and tears, so unfamiliar, so humanly-alien to him as he curls foetal–tight and soundless whimpering in the silence of his tardis,- only lasting companion throughout it all,- the quiet of the world about him loud in the darkness of the night that rushes by in another sleepless sleep time that leaves him desperate and keening-crying, itching eyed and dead-man-walking, it’s not enough. It can never be enough. Not like this- he wants to scream- not like this, no, no-no-no… But he is the doctor. the Doctor. the Doctor. And he survives- year after year after century-millennium-eternity- destined to be alone, always alone; lonesome and companionless, to spend his immortality longing for a lasting companionship- these lives so fickle-fleeting and quick to end, leaving him behind after the bitter sip at sweat life to death. It will never be enough. It is never enough.

[ end. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]