A/N: This was entirely inspired by and written for a nice little heart-puncturing song called "I'm Sticking With You" by The Velvet Underground, and it is highly recommended that you at least are familiar with the song before reading this. It is hugely adorable and dorky until you apply it to Amy and Rory's relationship; then it becomes horrific and monstrous and it makes you want to cry and thrash about and run into the rain and sit in a murky puddle and sob for seventy years. :D But do not by any means let that ruin it for you. :)
An alternate title:
The Tragedy.
From the youngest of years,
The budding Tragedy took
Its curious roots:
She was the girl of fairytales,
And he listened endlessly to stories about
Her Raggedy Man in the box so blue.
—Well, then. I just have to blink, right?—
In the middlest of years,
The adolescent Tragedy was
Blind, so blind...
He never looked at any girls,
You know. Don't be stupid.
—Name one girl you've paid the slightest bit of attention to.—
And
Silence as he fled
The scene,
And the penny dropped.
—It'll be fine.
I know it will.—
On the eve of her wedding,
The mad old man himself,
Like a ghost of the past,
Swept her away to see the stars.
He was late, you know.
So late.
—I'll be with him. Like I should be. Me and Rory together.—
And chaos ensued,
And later,
Much later,
The Tragedy was wed,
Though her Raggedy Man was almost forgotten,
And he danced, just like
He always does
At weddings.
And their daughter was there, too...
But oh!
Spoilers.
—You look after him. And you be a good girl and you look after him.—
And they ran.
He showed them Time and Space.
The Tragedy was whole, back then.
And the man with the nose fell,
And the Centurion waited,
And her husband lived,
And the Tragedy seemed
Not so tragic
After all, just then.
But they were blind,
So blind,
And unaware.
—Rory Arthur Williams
Aged 82—
And there was thick
And there was thin
And there was sickness
And health
And there was
And there wasn't
And there was certainly time,
But a lack of space
(Or a horrible abundance, perhaps),
Until!
Until:
I'm not going to hug first.
Nor am I.
And the Tragedy was back on track.
—And his loving wife
Amelia Williams
Aged 87—
Manhattan,
Ever so patient,
Ever so sudden,
Met them like a train,
Like a bullet,
Like the end of a book.
—This is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.—
Their hands were joined,
And they
Stuck
Like
Glue.
—Raggedy Man... Goodbye.—