Warnings: Contains character death.
The Doctor's life, much like anyone's, is a series of meetings and partings, each one undeniably bittersweet. But though he's said far more than his fair share of goodbyes in his time, no others compare to this.
He traces the outline of her name and wishes that the pyre was as popular with 21st century humans as it had been with Time Lords, for these few remnant words carved into marble hardly seem like a fitting memorial.
She'd deserved so much more than this. Than him.
It's not the first funeral he's attended, but he swears it'll be the last.