A/N – It's my first time in a long time writing an Eleven/River fic, but hopefully I can pull through and not gag for my friend.
dedication : this is to the wonderful Isha (if we still belong), for being the awesomeo that you are.
don't go that way
i'll wait for you
{under cover of darkness – the strokes}
He puts a flower in her hair, and she thinks about how perfect everything is. How the world won't go bad ever after this. If he knew her thoughts, he would know she was mistaken. But, they were here, together, for the time being, and they were going to enjoy the years they had.
Millions of years is how long they could spend together. Millions upon millions of years and it still wouldn't be enough. Not enough to ease the pain of her departure and him just carrying on. How long will it take before he forgets about her? Like he forgets about Romana and Rose and Sarah Jane and all the rest? How long exactly?
And he thinks, maybe, just maybe they'll get through this. Maybe it wasn't fixed. Maybe she finds her way out of trouble, like she usually does. No, like she always does.
There's a million options that could unfold, but he knows their path may only choose one. She would go to her death surrounded by books and machines and he will always be that mad man in a box. They'll just drift apart because of distance and death.
As she starts humming love songs, his tears fall on her head, and he pulls her closer to him, not letting her go. A gazillion thoughts flood through his head and realises he's not crying because of the pain to come. He's crying because of the pleasure he's feeling at the moment.