Missing you (Doctor-x-Rose)

The Doctor sat quietly in the console room, Martha doing stuff he couldn't care-less about. Every time the two came back from an adventure, the first thing that came to his mind was Rose. He started daydream about the times he'd had with Rose. Adventures, of course there were bad times, but not many. The times at night... His thoughts were interrupted when Martha called his name.
"Doctor!"

"Yes Martha?" He called back. There was no answer, so he got up and went to go look for her. Then out of nowhere he tripped, collapsing to the ground. He let out a groan of pain. He picked up the source of his tripping and held it in his hands. Tears formed as he realized what it was. Rose's top. He held it to his face, it still smelled like her.

He kept walking and ended up in her old room, the smell exploded in his nostrils, the smell of the perfume she used every day. The Doctor sat on edge of the bed sobbing into the t-shirt, tears staining it. The bed wasn't made, just in case, somehow, she could come back. No he knew that wouldn't happen.

The Doctor fell back, a loud spring notice echoed. He smelled the shirt again and folded it up. He placed it under his head using it as a pillow. The Doctor pulled the sheets up and wrapped them around him. He almost felt a little happier; it was like she was with him. Like her warmth, the lingering smell and many other things that he couldn't explain. He found an old photo of her on the bedside table, stared at it and lightly kissed it. "I'm missing you." He whispered to himself. He could hear Martha still babbling on about stuff, but he ignored it.
He fell asleep without even knowing it.

"Doctor!" Martha shouted again. "I called you about five minutes a go and-" she trailed of when she saw the Doctor sleeping in a room that she’d hadn't seen before. She thought for a while whose it was; only one name came to mind. 'Rose.' Martha went in, she was going to of wake him up, but she didn't. It was one of the first times she had ever seen him so peaceful.

She sat on edge of bed looking around the room, and found an old photo album. Dozens of photos fell out and landed on the ground. It was obvious what the photos were of. The Doctor and Rose. She picked them up and flicked through them, he looked so happy and she looked happy. One photo in particular caught her eye. Them lying in bed together, cuddling as the Doctor was holding up the camera to take it. One word written across it. Forever.

Martha sighed loudly. The Doctor woke up looking towards Martha. "What are you doing in here?" His voice was a little irritated. "And what are you looking in that album for?" He took it off her. "It's personal to me." He stroke the leather cover.

"I'm sorry Doctor." Martha said quietly.
"It’s fine, you didn't know." His voice kept silent. The Doctor pulled out a small box and opened it. A ring sat inside it. "I was going to propose to her..." His voice trailed off.

"I'm so sorry Doctor." Martha repeated. Her eyes were filled with tears, he was so broken inside. The Doctor had lost someone he dearly loved and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked up at her with a half-smile, "thanks for your concern." The Doctor slipped back under the covers, pulling the duvet over his head.

Martha walked out of bedroom, feeling dreadful about the fact shed tried to get the Doctor to love her, but he only loved one human girl and that girl was Rose Tyler.