This is my first attempt at a small Doctor Who story. Enjoy.
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He watched as Amy turned slowly to face him, the tears rolling down her face, the sorrow plain in her eyes.
No, he couldn't lose her, not like this and not to a weeping angel of all things.
"I'm sorry," she whispers to him as he reaches out to her one more time, trying in vain to prevent what he knew was about to happen.
Within a second of her whispered apology she is gone, in the blink of an eye. Her name now joins her husband's on the grave, her age showing she lived only five years past Rory.
The tears are making their way down his cheeks, but he ignores them as he falls to his knees, his hearts breaking in a familiar sense of pain and loss.
He didn't just lose one close and dear friend, he lost two; and the most important two, even more so than Rose ever was.
River watches as he reaches a hand out and places it on the gravestone, being careful to avoid the weeping angel still stood there.
She gives him the time, the time to cry and feel his pain, but she knows that soon they will need to leave; she will need to leave him too.
She eyes the headstone, her own heart hurting at the loss of her parents. She knows he doesn't mean to, but it hurts that the Doctor is ignoring her pain and just focusing on his.
Finally he stands and turns to her, and she sees that he remembers that she too is hurting. He walks up to her and pulls her close, allowing her to shed her own tears. No words are needed; they have each other and in that moment, that is all that counts.