And he found a letter.
After everything that had
happened he found a letter.
Tucked away in her room never meant
for his eyes, never meant to be read.
But this letter traveled the
skies, the stars, all of time.
This letter had been so many
places, seen so many things.
This letter had lived.
He unfolded
it slowly, desperately.
It let out a breath of life.
One small
gold wisp of life, from the Tardis, from her.
He read the letter
and smiled, secretly dieing inside.
Infinity stopped for a moment
and was suddenly so small, so unimportant.
The letter, the letter
filled with so much life, said only one sentence.
And we will find life amongst the stars, forever together.
And
he realized that day that they had.
Traveling, saving worlds
without ever making a difference.
They had altered time forever
without changing anything.
Now he was left alone, to search for
new air to breathe.
As if that would ever keep him from
suffocating.