From Black to Blue
I'll be nothing but a story in your head. We're all just stories in the end. Amy's eyes blinked open to darkness. Rory rolled over in his sleep, snoring softly. Amy slid out of bed, careful not to wake Rory. She felt around their bedroom for the window, covered by a black curtain. Outside, it was bright. The stars shone against the night sky, comforting like a nightlight to a child afraid of the dark. Amy had always been afraid of the dark. She walked downstairs, as quietly as she could. She needed to talk to an old friend.
In the backyard, it was quiet. She could hear nothing. She looked up at the stars, closed her eyes, and breathed in stardust and moonlight. The stars sang to her in the silence, nothing but a mere whisper of wind to the average person. But Amy, she wasn't an ordinary person.
"Hello, old friend." She whispered to the sky, lit up with giant balls of burning gas that she once was so near to. "It's been awhile." She heard nothing back. The stars had silenced.
"I know you're out there. I know you can hear me." Still, no reply. She sank to the grass, dewy beneath her legs. She sighed, and closed her eyes, and she waited.
A single transparent tear slid down her moonlit cheek.
She opened her eyes, and looked harder at the sky. She could see gold silken strands flowing, gliding, leaping from star to star, constellation to constellation. They enveloped her, cocooned her in their warmth, and brushed away her tears. And then they disappeared, stealing into the darkness.
"I don't know if I believe in a God anymore. I don't know if there's heaven or hell or the great beyond or the abyss- but I believe in Something Else. I believe you'll find me there, long after I'm gone. " She looked down at her hands, hands that he once held onto so tightly.
"So Doctor, although you can't find me now, you will. You might not know where to look, but you'll find me- just like you did before. You won't find me amongst the living. You won't find my soul lying inside my body in a box in the ground. I won't be trapped here forever." She sobbed, digging her hands into the dirt, so cold and damp. She continued, her voice broken and hoarse with cries not yet released. She stared into the night sky, not looking for him but feeling for him.
"So Doctor, keep looking, although you may not know where to find me. I believe in you. Keep saving people. Keep saving planets. And once in a while, stop and remember. Remember me. Land on the earth that you and I once walked together. Look at that human moon, gliding right beside this earth, and count exactly two stars to the left- the two brightest stars you can find. And right beside those stars, in the nothingness of space and time, that's where you'll find me. Not my body, of course. I'll be nothing more than a fiery trail of a pilot light. Singing with the nebulas and barreling across golden strands of stardust, weaving through space as we once did before. And I'll be with you. Not beside you, not holding you, but I will be with you."
Tears slid freely down her face, and her eyes squeezed shut. "I'll be with you," she whispered to herself.
So quietly, so softly that her ears almost didn't pick it up, she heard it. The smallest, tiniest "Whoosh," and the sky turned from black, to the bluest blue, ever.