Mist
By Any Unborn Child
It was not often that he knew exactly where he was.
But there was something… about this place….that struck him to the core, to the deepest part of himself.
It was the mist that reminded him so much of the past.
He had been walking one quiet evening, Lord knows why, and he happened upon a valley – no, a cove of some sort. The moon hung oh so delicately in the sky, like a Christmas ornament, teetering at the edge of a multitude of clouds. The rays had caught his gaze as their light shined upon the calm waters beneath, being almost akin to a huge pool of blackness, of nothing.
There was a mist covering the nothingness, the only shroud between the blackness of the ocean and the light of the moon.
It was in his delusion that he had been walking late at night. His thoughts were just a maze of confusion, of misplaced feelings and nothing to show for it. Again and again, he had wanted to stop thinking of that one person, the person whom he cared for so much, and yet he wanted nothing more than to be rid of any thought of them – of her.
Of her.
Her life…
Her life would have turned out so much better if he had not been a part of it…if he had not met her that one day…
But he was so grateful for her.
For her little nicknames.
For a glimpse of her fiery red hair, the redness that seemed to only be exemplified by her fanciful personality.
For the twinkle in her eyes that reminded him of why he had a reason to be on the earth, to journey amongst the multitude of universes with her as his companion, as his guide…
For the chance, to finally be with…
…She was better off though, with Rory.
They seemed…better, somehow.
They knew each other…better.
They would be…safe. Happy.
Together.
It would be better if he had never gazed upon Amy Pond, both as a child and as the young woman she was growing up to be.
His memories of her would have to fade sometime.
He fell back, the wisps of the wind catching against the brown locks hanging in front of his eyes as he landed in the sand.
The mist…it was disappearing.
From the ocean…
From his life…
"Forget them all…come away with me…"
What must he do?
What must he do?
What must he do?
Amy…
….he would never be with her.
….he could never be with her.
"Where you'll never, never have to worry about grown-up things again…"
Could he?