Stars telling stories ~ Doctor Who

Lonely

Once upon a time there was a lonely planet, that was never visited by anything during the time it existed.

Nobody really cared about it or acknowledged it, it just wasn't important, never had been. Nobody ever stepped foot on or lived on it. But there was something on it, something that didn't belong there, something from the stars.

It leaned against a lonely tree, the blue color peeling of and the windows broken. The lonely nature had made it its own, vines growing on the walls, on the inside that was too big for its outside and the rising earth making it slowly but steady part of the planet. The box was even lonelier than the planet, abandoned by time, even though that was the one and only thing she truly belonged to. She was a being of time and being left alone from it was the most cruel thing you could do.

Time moved on for the planet, seasons came and went, until it would burn with its star and maybe someday, someone would find out that it had once existed.

She had known that it would happen. She was forgotten by her owner and everything in existence. Not long and space would abandon her too, leaving nothing, not even a memory. It would be, as if she never really existed.

But she remembered. She remembered those who couldn't say the same about her and she remembered the stories attached to them. Stories she once was part of. The many faces and lives that stepped foot in her, the feelings that came with them and most importantly, the time they spend. The pain and love and the feelings she never really understood, that were directed at her. But she didn't need to understand them to feel the same about those who traveled with her.

They didn't know the things she knew and when compared to her, they weren't important. So she thought, learning something different from the mad Time Lord that had stolen her. In a way, they stole each other.

But all these important people were gone, leaving her on a lonely planet to rott, a planet nearly as lonely as her and one nobody would consider important. It was, at least to her.

After Time, it was space that left her, and with it the planet. In the end, she didn't really exist, never had. And nothing had visited the lonely planet in its entire existence.

She would never know that she still was part of a small memory. That memory belonged to a red haired girl, that sometimes saw her in the corner of her eye. A girl that remembered things she shouldn't, the girl that remembered the stars and had a name that sounded like one in a fairy tale.

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I don't even know why I wrote this and if this makes any sense.