"Goodbye, sweetie."
His dual hearts broke as his bespoke psychopath, his Melody Pond, his River Song, disintegrated for the final time.
He could always see her, always felt her presence even when she was not a hologram projected into Clara's mind.
His wife, the love of his life. Did she honestly think that he would forget her, run away with Clara and the TARDIS, next stop everywhere?
But now fate had ripped her and her coy phrases, her ill-disguised innuendos and her ever-present foreknowledge of the unknown "spoilers" from him.
He pined for her, longing for the woman who had stolen his hearts. The only woman for him, the human plus Time Lord and daughter of his best friends.
The woman who kills him? Or the woman who marries him? They had made that choice atop a pyramid in an alternate reality, but his time-proof memory held every detail in perfect clarity.
The happiest day of his life, his wedding. But thinking about the wedding only stopped the constant images of her final moments that haunted him wherever he went.
A different regeneration, a different man, a different choice, but the same name. His true name which she whispered in his ear, the only person with the power to reveal his biggest secret.
He had watched, albeit from a different body, as this impossible woman sacrificed herself in his place, the ultimate act of love.
Her face, contorted by grief if only for the smallest fraction of a second when he did not recognise her, whispering that word, that one hated word that brought so many negative connotations, so many memories of what had happened and the foreknowledge that only she possessed.
"Spoilers"