He was going to leave again, it was just how it would always be. Even when it was just us, and he was telling me that he loved me, not in so many words, but I knew that it was what he meant, I always thought, somewhere in the back of my mind, that he was going to leave me. I knew that he would choose the Doctor over me, he had to, even though the Doctor had told him that he couldn't be fixed he just would not stop hoping. It never occurred to me, though it really should have considering our jobs, that I was wrong. He would never leave me. I left him.
