She smiles at me, her eyes wild with excitement. She follows him without a question, always a few steps ahead of me. I watch as she runs after him, and he calls back to her.
"Come on Amelia Pond!" and I follow them without being told. I'll follow her until the end of the earth (which I already have) and further. As long as she's happy, I tell myself. Because everyday she spends with him, is another day that she smiles.
But inside, I can feel my heart being clenched in a cold fist. I'm angry at him, for making her fall in love with him instead of me. I don't care if she says she loves me, because I can see the look on her face. She looks so… guilty.
And now, as I'm watching her on our couch, in our house, she still talks about him. About the next time she'll see him. I know that I'm just her best friend, and I always will be. But I don't care.
That cold hand, it may seem to be my master, and sometimes I let it get the best of me, but I try not to think about it. Because I love her, The girl who waited. And inside, I know she loves me too. Maybe.
So I'm watching her now, in his arms, laughing happily, and I can't help but feel sad, even though she's smiling.
Because I'm still waiting. Rory Williams, the last centurion.
But in my mind, I know that's not true. Because I'm Rory Williams, the boy who's still waiting.
written in five minutes.
