I sit on the edge of a bed in a room of the TARDIS, wiping tears in my eyes stood out. By the throat drove a clod. Until now, I'm so surprised be Doctor's revelation; that it was between him and Amy. Just does nit fit in my head: how? How Amy, my Amy had the grace to do this? Although now I do not think I cat even call her "my Amy" or just trust her. Everythig is interved inside me. I struggling with rolls hysterics at the last effort.
Well, I cannot accept the fact thetn Amy ran away from me at the night before our wedding. Exactly like the fact that it is not just a bad dream, it ia a real life. But I have to accept it. After all. it's already happened and it did not change. It's happened, point. Huge. Gross. Point. That's all. That will not change.
Frantically I exhale, throws back my head and moan thro helplessness and deapair. I do not hold out and beat on the bedside table. Porcelain figurine of a dog falling and crunching split into dozens of pieces. Just like I am now. It is necessary to introduce: the one I liked since childhood, which apparently loved me, after - swore in love and even agreed to marry me, and then cheated on me! With an alien! At the night before our wedding! How should I react?
Of course, I understand: this cool Doctor saves the Universe and all of that... but I do not understand. And to the history of Prisoner Zero this upstart with a bowtie was only fiction, Amy's children's imagination. Why is he did not stay either? Damn.
Well, I have now no one sees.
I cover my face with hands and finely shive. My ears should unbearable squeak. "Hate. Ha-te." I hate everything and everyone. I hate this arrogan alien. I hate Amy - where she lost all conscience? Even I hate myself! Thro the love to Amy who had the audacity to escape and cheated on me. But yet I love Amy. I cannot fight this feeling. that's impossible.
I do not want to live like that. It would better if I go. I'll go out of I am surrendered now?
No, no, no, not so. I'll just spek all to The Doctor - let him know what has made - and go oo into the sunset. To hell with everything. Tomorrow begins a new life.
Reluctantly I get up out of bed and heading to the console. That alien upstart is there at this time. I type in the lungs as much air.
"Doctor?"
Heart pounding in my chest. I look around. Amy's not near. That's good. Time Lord turns and looks askance at me strangely.
"Rory? What did you want?" He runs a hand through his hair and bows his head. Then he straightens tie.
Cough and poured onto Gallifreyan everything that had accumulated for those few minutes. He listen carefully, it seems, he trying to catch every word. Finally I finish my tirade and froze in anticipation of a response. The Doctor stares at me, turns and walks away.
Oh, Amy, would you knew what happened to me...