He came every year. She'd grow old and he'd change, but they always met there, at the same table, at the same café.

And then, one day…

He was the one who waited. He waited for her until midnight. But she'd never come.

He left one single white rose on her grave. It was the second day of September. And he'd come there every year. Until the day he'd die…

Donna Noble. The Doctor.
Someday, somewhere in the sky, may they meet again.

And they did.

Sorry! I'm so sorry!

The end is bittersweet, I'm so, so, so sorry! Why, why, why would I post something like that? Why?!
Still... it's done now... I hope you liked it, I hope you cried, I hope you'll review! :)