In stars
It's been a few weeks since I made my decision to leave The Doctor to be with Rory. Every day we'd come out here to the roof of the building, lay down and look up at the stars. We'd point and tell stories about the places we'd been, the adventures the Doctor had lead us through. We'd laugh. We'd cry. But my raggedy man would never be forgotten.
Today I've come out here alone. Rory is inside listening to the radio. I think he's listening for a message, a sign, anything to remind him of the life now left behind. He misses it. Sometimes I think he misses it more than I. To go with my macabre mood I'm thinking of the angels, telling myself of the messes they've caused. In the cave. Here in New York.
I'm watching the stars and notice something odd. They're shifting, moving , like someone out there is dragging them one by one into place.
"RORY!" I shout but he's already by my side.
"Amy. The radio. It says there's something happening in the sky"
I point up.
"Look..."
Rory lays down beside me taking my hand.
We lay in silence then together we sigh. Grins on our faces we 're watching the last star move into position on one word. One word that means everything to us more. More than any story from the past.
It says we are never forgotten...
It says...
PONDS