I sat in the TARDIS alongside the Doctor. We laughed and joked about many different people we've met on our travels. I looked at him in wonder of how someone so perfect could exist. He was handsome, funny, and intelligent and had the most amazing hair. Blimey, how did I get so lucky to travel with him? We laughed with each other and there was a moment when he leaned in and right before our lips touched, I woke up. I felt my heart break further as I rolled out of bed and down onto my knees, it felt as if I couldn't breathe. I stayed at the edge of my bed with my head on the mattress as I cried my eyes out. I wondered was he really here? Quickly I whipped my eyes around the room. He had to be here. He must be standing in this room.

"Doctor!" I yelled out. "Doctor!" He's not here. Because he's gone. Gone.

I have the same dream almost every night. I can't give up on him. He will find a way back to me. Or I will have to find him myself. But knowing my luck I will find him and then before I'm ready I'll have to say goodbye again. I want to wake up by his side, I want to stay with him forever. Well, my forever. He will go on after he loses me. He'll find other companions but I hope that he will remember me until the day he dies. As I crawled back into bed, I put my hand out on the empty half of bed next to me where I wish his body was. I cried myself back to a dream where I was with the Doctor and we could be together forever, dreading the moment I would wake up. Because when you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.


I sat up in my bed. I was alone in the TARDIS it had been mere days since my encounter with Donna. And mere days since I lost her. Since I lost Rose. I had just had a dream of that beautiful girl. We had been in the TARDIS laughing and joking about the people we've met. I was about to kiss her when I woke up. I put my feet on the cold flooring of the TARDIS and put my elbows on my knees with my head in my hands. She was beautiful. Even in my dreams, she was the most beautiful woman that I could ever meet. It felt as if she had been here. In this very place, but she can't be. Because she's gone. Gone.

I want to feel Rose next to me in my bed; I want to wake up to her beautiful smile. But I have to move on. It's going to be hard but I have to say goodbye to her. As much as I wanted Rose to stay with me, it was only a matter of time before she started to age. There is no way I could stop that and have her with me forever. I wish she was in this bed with me. I rolled back into bed and dug my finger nails into the palms of my hands so they felt like a thorns stabbing me. I wanted Rose there to make my hands unclench but she's not. Because she's gone. Gone. I fell asleep back to the world where I could be with my Rose, and for a moment it felt like she was actually there. I dreaded the moment that I actually wake up. Because when you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.

Hey guys, so I hope you like this one shot. It is based off of the song Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer. It's not one of my best stories, please check out some of my others. This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction and they are my favorite paring of all time! Well I hope you liked it, please review3