DISCLAIMER: NO SELF-RESPECTING HUMAN BEING SHOULD STOP TEARS FROM FLOWING NATURALLY DUE TO THE HEARTBREAKING SPELL THIS SHIT IS ABOUT TO SET FORTH IN THREE…TWO…

If there is to be a deeper valley of tears from expressive women and real, emotionally-stable men than when Zanessa (or Brad-Jennifer) broke up then I guess this moment right here would be it! There is some late-episode sniffing and silent comforting to be done because this episode left the biggest dent in my heart that the Doctor has ever managed.

I will not delve into the specifics because I believe this blog entry should be devoted to how I, as the devoted viewer, was able to feel every stolen breath and captivating moment in such ending. Also, since I think the disclaimer above is worth mentioning—this episode is a must watch for devotees and non-believers alike!

I guess the biggest crumb in the giant Whovian cookie that is dealt with in this episode is all about suffering and surviving goodbyes. It is but human to be afraid of being left alone. More so if you have invested your time (years in the life of Rose), effort (all those near-death experiences), and “love life” (because we were all secretly and naively hoping for a happy ending) in a figurative and literal journey you were willing to spend your whole life pursuing. There is also the fact the Rose has embodied and voiced out that fear so many times before that it makes this reality so much more powerful. As much as Rose is held at the most painful standstill, the audience is also kept at the most riveting cliff-hanger of them all. I guess for the most part, it’s more of the audience hoping that this is a cliff-hanger mainly because they don’t want it to end. The Doctor-Rose saga could very well bid its adieu this episode but this only leaves the fans longing for so much more.

The dream wherein Rose sees the Doctor is so captivating as I see myself in that room again, trying but failing to hold back tears. Rose’s faith brings her back to the Doctor, although this time it’s a lot less physical but a whole lot more personal. This time, a breach works in their favour as they converse one last time. Rose breaks down and confesses her love for the Doctor and he stares and in true television-cliché-madness, the breach collapses into nothingness. Rose screams and cries like a jilted bride with nothing more than faded memory to console her. We see the Doctor, which as much emotion as he has ever shown, also stuck in that moment with barely enough strength to confess that he loves her too. The room is silent with a tension so deadly no one dares to speak.

We see a woman, quite prematurely in a wedding dress, nonchalantly hanging out in the TARDIS. The mini-war freak in all of us is astounded, even thoroughly concerned, that maybe the Doctor will move on all too fast and all too painfully this time around.

…ONE… ZERO.

*Lets the manly tears and womanly sobs shamelessly commence! *

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