So I was having some massive Yowzah-will-be-no-more feels. And this is the product. I was crying while writing this. Merry Christmas Sweeties. xx

To Die Alone

She had known this day would come, She just prayed it would stay away.

But here it was, thrown straight in her face.

She trudged through the snow, hands hovering in front of her face. She tried not to cry, but let some tears slip in and attempt to keep herself sane. She knelt down by her Doctor's side, and took his hand in hers. She rubbed her thumb knowingly back and forth over the back of his palm.

"River…" He trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. His head was turned in her direction though, and he saw the familiar pained expression upon her face.

"Yes sweetie. I'm here…" She spoke through tears. The snow had begun to slowly fall again, and was soon throughout her curls and on his shirt. He moved his hand from her grasp and touched her cheek. She smiled slightly. "What is it sweetie?" She touched his hand with hers.

"I love you River….More than anything in the universe…..Don't you ever forget that." She sighed and laid down on top of his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. Her Doctor, the one she had been striving to save, even sacrificing herself at times for, was dying. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it. And it hurt her worse than the day he had no idea who she was. She hated feeling defenseless and helpless. It made her cry even more. There was soon a wet spot on his chest because of her.

"Darling...Don't cry...please." He begged with her not to make this anymore painful than it already was. He hated having to leave her as much as she did. Maybe even more. He lost her once, but now she was losing him. and he knew that feeling all too well. Once he got to know River and fell in love with her, he would go back and think of her sacrificing herself in the library and he wept about it, Many nights he did. Now she'd probably go through the same vicious cycle he went through, For the rest of her life. The thought of her going through what he did was torturous and poisoned his already weakened mind.

"I love you too sweetie…" She wiped her eyes and kissed his hand as she did to her mother that day in Manhattan. He kept his hand near her and moved it to her hair.

"I hope my next regeneration appreciates your hair." He laughed quietly and so did she. She sat up and looked at him. He surely would begin to regenerate soon. Oh what the hell, she thought.

"Shut up and kiss me." She leaned down and gave him a final parting kiss. It was filled with tenderness and was sad. She knew she would no longer kiss this face, but feared that she may not get the chance to kiss him ever again. When she ended the kiss, his hands and face began to glow that familiar orange-yellow. She stood up and stepped back, but not too far back. She knew what it felt like to die alone and did not want the Doctor to feel that same pain.

"Goodbye Sweetie." She whispered drying her eyes as the flame-like light consumed his entire body and she knew, at that moment, that her doctor was gone forever.