"Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairytale."
And it was. Her life was a fairytale. She flew away with her magical Doctor and they never stopped running. It was all a girl could ever dream of. But there was something more. Someone more.
The Doctor was wonderful and magical, but he could be late. She had years of experience with that. And she needed someone she could rely on. Someone who would always be there for her. Rory. Her Rory. He was caring, brave, loyal, and kind, but most of all he would never leave her. He had waited for her for 2,000 years and she believed that he would wait 2,000 more. He was her prince, a key part to her fairytale. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory. The Golden Trio.
But all fairytales must end. And not all of them have a happy ending. He was gone. And now she was staring at the cold stone face of what took him. And Amy knew. She knew that she would miss The Doctor terribly, but she knew that she would die if she were to live without Rory. She barely got to say goodbye to her daughter, just a kiss on the hand. But River understood. And then The Doctor. Both of their tears were coming down too fast. She told him what she had to do, and he tried to protest. The turned to him and said her final goodbye. And then she blinked. The Doctor crumpled at her grave, sobbing and mourning. But Amelia was happy. She was with Rory, and that was all that mattered.
"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."