A Little Fall of Rain
She knew that this day was coming eventually. They were old and had lived long lives. But that by no means meant that she was prepared for it.
Rory was laying in the hospital bed. He had been sick on and off for about a year now. Even though she knew she was wrong, Amy couldn't help but feel that if they were in modern time he could be getting better. But he wasn't. And she knew that he wasn't going to. She spent all of her days with him, worried that each night when she went home it would be the last time she saw him. Today she was sitting in a chair beside him, holding his hand. A nurse had just come in to refill his medicine.
"Thank you," Amy said. The nurse turned back and gave her an 'I'm-sorry-but-it's-not-gonna-help' look. Amy felt her heart sink lower and lower into her stomach.
"Amy," Rory said, softly.
"Yes?" she asked, slightly coughing to clear her throat.
"Amy, we both know that I'm not gonna make it. This is my last day, and I know it."
"Shut up. Don't say that."
"It's true. But I want you to be happy. You should know that, if you want to, you can find someone else."
"Come on, stupid face. You know I would never do that. I will be fine I'll just...miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too. So much. More than I could ever, ever tell you." Amy was crying now.
"Stop it. Stop it! You can't do this. You can't go," she said through her tears. Rory brushed the hair out of her face. The hair that was once bright, fiery red, and was now grey. This one act seemed to be too much for him. He fell back against his pillow.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," said Amy. "So so much."
"Together," he said softly. Then his eyes closed and he stopped breathing. Amy crumpled.
"Or not at all," she said, and sobbed quietly.