happy 15th birthday, livvi (bisexual stiles)! here's a post angels take manhattan fic to depress you ;) i'm sorry it's so short, hopefully i'll write you a sterek or something soon. :)
The moment the angel touches her, it hits her exactly what she's done. She's left the doctor behind, left her daughter behind, left all of her friends behind.
And she can't stop crying now that she's started, can't go back now the angel touched her, can't rewind and find a way to stay with the Doctor and Rory forever, to keep traveling, to save every single planet in every single universe—
She can't go back.
A sob escapes, and before she knows it the tears are pouring faster and faster and she can barely see. And she doesn't want to cry—she can't cry—but there's no use stopping it now.
When she adjusts to where she is she spins around and sees him standing there. Rory. And he's just there and she can still see a look of shock on his face. It wasn't meant to happen. They weren't meant to be separated from the Doctor. They were meant to travel with the Doctor forever.
He doesn't even notice her staring at him and so she walks over to him.
A look of shock crosses over his face and the only word he can stutter out is "Amy." She knows what he'll say, knows that he'll tell her she shouldn't have done it, but she won't settle for him saying that. It wasn't even a choice. It was the thing she had to do.
Her tears stop because she knows that she's with Rory now, and it's okay. There's no more Doctor, no more strange planets and civilisations to save, no more accidental marriages or any of those wonderful, wonderful adventures. But she has Rory. And maybe that was always the most important thing.
"I had to," she tells him, and he nods.
No more words are exchanged. Amy grabs Rory's hand and they walk off together into the sunset on a night before either of them have been born.
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