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This weeks ep was brilliant. There aren't even words. Anyway, this is a quick thought thing on Amy and the Doctors Goodbye, and how it was more than just being saved.
I am heartbroken; I LOVE Amy and Rory. They were brilliant, and are!
Enjoy :)
She knew she had to let him go. Part of her was screaming, part of her was crying, part of her was relieved. But she understood.
He wasn't saving her, even though that's what he said, what he wanted them to think.
He was leaving them, leaving her, leaving him.
He was saying goodbye.
He was running.
He was going to die, he knew and so did she. That's why she let him go- not because she wanted to be safe or wanted to settle down- but because she knew what was to come.
She had seen it.
He was going to die.
He was going to be shot.
He wouldn't regenerate.
Not this time.
It will come out of the water- soaked in the blood of time- and kill.
Twice.
She would be there. So would Rory. So would River.
They'd be there to watch him fly through the air, to watch him fall, to watch him burn.
She will cry. She did cry. She is crying.
The Doctor will die. He did die. He is dying.
River will shoot. She did shoot. She is shooting.
But she can't save him this time.
Burning, floating, sinking.
Rory standing knee deep in water.
Amy crying.
She had to let him go.
She had to let her imaginary friend go to his death, knowing there was nothing she could do.
Nothing could make it okay.
Nothing ever would.
At least she wasn't alone.
He was.
She was alive.
He wouldn't be. Soon.
The blue box, his blue box, faded away.
The chinking sound of glasses, the sound of footsteps.
The sound of her husband's voice.
'What happened? What's he doing?'
Turning round. Facing him. Still crying.
'He's saving us.'
She wished she could save him.
He stood alone in the TARDIS.
Alone in the empty TARDIS.
It was time to start running.
Hope you enjoyed!