October 5, 1926

Dear Doctor,

I have decided to write to you since that's what Rory has been telling me to do. I can't really put my exact thoughts on this letter other than I miss you. It's only been 6 days. Well, around there. I'm not sure. I've been trying to keep my mind off of the subject, but it's just not really working. Especially since every night at dinner so far, I keep telling Rory the stories, the memories, of us together. He tries to listen, but he usually gets lost towards the middle. He still pretends that he is paying attention, which is nice of him. I thought it would help to relive the adventures, but it just hurts to think of them. Yet, I can't stop. And I won't.

Oh, right. I guess I should tell you how Rory and I reunited. After the graveyard, I flashed onto this.. Let's see… This hill. There were streets, but they were mostly being used by carriages that were pulled by horses. That's when I saw the lone centurion, roaming the city aimlessly. I was a few blocks away, but even from there you could see that his eyes were colored red and his cheeks were stained with tears. I could feel my heart breaking. But I don't know if it was from disappearing from you or seeing Rory cry. My first reaction was to run, to scream. I did anything I could to get his attention. Luckily, I did. His head looked up and spotted me rushing towards him. He raced to me, ignoring the people that he was bumping.
"Amy!"
"Rory!"
Our voices echoed throughout the town, catching the ears of strangers. No one understood that we could have never seen each other again. But, we did. After a few more steps, I was welcomed into his arms. My head perfectly stuffed in to his shoulders, as his arms tightly wrapped around my torso. We both stood there and cried. It was happy cries, though. So don't think that we weren't happy. We were. But for me now, I am not so sure.
It flew from our mind that we would be homeless until one of us gets a job. We really realized our dilemma when the sun went down. Rory and I didn't sleep outside, though. A very nice couple, who are now in there sixties, are letting us in their guest room until we get on our feet. Cory and Anastasia, that is their names, leave us alone at night to go visit their kids. During the afternoon, they are searching for jobs for us and feeding us. I still feel terrible that we just came in here and they are doing all this stuff for both of us. We are paying back by forcing Rory to fix the garden and making me doing the laundry. Rory's doing a good job. Somewhat. If only you could see it.

Today, we went to the grocery store to help Anastasia with her chores. We were strolling down this one aisle, I don't really remember what category it was, but on one of the shelves I saw something that made me think of you. Could you guess what it is? If you thought fish fingers, then you are correct. I broke into tears right in the middle of the store. I got really odd stares, but I couldn't help it. Rory wrapped an arm around me and kept moving forward. He didn't say a word about it for the rest of the shopping. It was nice, since he knows how much I hate it when people keep talking to me while I'm crying. Besides the emotional part, it was funny in some twisted way. It brought back the time when I first saw you. I can't get that out of my head. When you threw up the beans, the yogurt, and the apple. The apple was the oddest part. How could you not like apples? Apples aren't rubbish. They are the best.

I just don't get why me? Out of all the places for a crack to appear, it was in my bedroom. I don't really mind. If it wasn't for that thing that was sucking my life away, I would've never met you. Stupid raggedy man. I wonder what I would be doing right now if I haven't met you. Probably would've had a normal wedding and a normal life. That would be boring. You really put sparks in my life, you know. You, Rory, and River.

I bet River is there with you. I told her to watch after you, so hopefully she is. Although, it is like her to wander off. That reminds me, I also want you to watch after her. That crazy girl. She is always causing trouble, isn't she? Yet, she always gets out of it. She's just like Rory in a way. In a lot of ways, actually.

Anyways, I hope you are okay. I hope you are taking our disappearance better than I am. But, you probably already replaced us. Me. There's probably some other girl in that blue box, falling in love with you. It hurts to think like that, but it was destined to happen. All of your companions leave you or forget you or some of them die. That's what you always said. I just wonder who we replaced. I wonder if they are still alive and wishing they were still with you. I am. I am alive, but I feel empty. I didn't know I would be this upset. I have Rory. Shouldn't he be enough? He's wonderful, but so are you.
I should just stop thinking.

Love always,
Amelia.


OOC: Hello~! My name is Danielle. This is my first time publishing a fanfiction, so hopefully it's good. I am a bit pleased with it and hopefully you are too. If you aren't please tell me why so I can strengthen my weaknesses. c: Leave reviews, too! I love those~! 3 Thank you.