The Wilting Rose

by LilStarKat [Reviews - 69]

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  • All Ages
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  • Angst, Het

The unfortunate news came that morning. Uncle Tom had died, it was an accident at work, nothing more, nothing less or that was what the police had said.

As soon as Rose answered the phone the Doctor had known something was wrong. Rose put down her phone and promptly burst into tears. The Doctor tried to comfort her but she turned tail and fled to her room, leaving a hurt looking Doctor standing there feeling useless.

Within a week the funeral was organised, prepared by Jackie mostly since Uncle Tom had only them as living relatives. Rose and Jackie attended the funeral attired in black, the Doctor came to, to hold a heartbroken Rose’s hand throughout the whole ceremony.

As they entered the grounds still hand in hand whispers were amock throughout the crowd gathered, mutters of ‘whose he’ and ‘oh look rose has got herself a new man, he’s a good’un aint he’, the Doctor had heard all and just glared at them as they still muttered away still holding Rose’s hand tightly and proudly whereas Rose seemed completely oblivious to any words that had been said, she was in her own world not saying a word.

All three of them eventually found themselves stood by the graveside lost in thought in the bitter cold of a wintery day. Rose’s face was drained of all colour and mascara long since smudged down her cheeks. The Doctor moved closer to Rose, still holding her hand firmly.

Rose started shivering involuntarily which vibrated through the connection between their entwined fingers.

“Rose your freezing,” the Doctor said in a worried tone. He took off his trench coat automatically and wrapped in around her shoulders. Rose said nothing just staring into space not even acknowledging the Doctor’s presence.