Author's Note: Okay. So the problem I had with most River/Doctor fanfictions I read was that they contained a lot of unnecessary smut, and some didn't give River the value she deserved (no offense to anyone). Plus, I couldn't find any that told of the Doctor's death, or post Library River. This is an original idea, as I have not come across any fanfiction of similar sorts. I hope you like it :)

1654. That's how old I finally was. After the Time War, the Daleks, the Angels, the Cybermen. After Susan, and Zoe, and Sarah Jane Smith. After Rose, and Martha, and Donna, and the Ponds, and Clara. And River. River Song. I say the name once again as I land the TARDIS. It's been so long since I last saw her. Heard her voice. Felt her lips pressed against mine. Oh! How I miss her. Miss the times we had together. Fighting and flirting and saving her parents. And running. There was a LOT of running involved. If all goes as planned, I'll get to see her again. Be with her again. Have a normal life with her. Just like it should've been.

I park in the room with the main interface. I leave the brakes on, just like I always do. Truth is, I haven't figured out yet how to turn them off. River knew, though. River always knew everything.

I've made all the arrangements. River's false grave at Trenzalore. Programmed the TARDIS to go there when I leave. Convert itself into my "tomb". I wouldn't need it again, the TARDIS. because today is the day that I die.

I get out out of the TARDIS and turn around just in time to watch it disappear. And it's gone. Just like that. But now's not the time to get emotional. I'll have plenty of time for that later. I look around the room. This is the place my wife "died". I saved her into the computer. Which is what I'm going to do to myself now.

I take out my sonic screwdriver and open up a little panel. 5 green lights, showing that I'm alive. I walk around till I find the socket I plugged in the screwdriver last time, when I saved River. I find it and take one last deep breath, as I jam my sonic screwdriver into the socket.

I can feel the life draining out of me, the world around me fading. I kept my eyes on the screwdriver, as the 5 lights became 4, then 3, 2, 1...