And you just want River Song to go and die. Because she isn't real. You are. You hate her with all your guts because she is the sole reason everything is spoiled. No childhood, no parents, because to be honest you were the one to raise them. No love,
because the only man you ever loved will never reciprocate the feelings you have for him. You are a killer looking for redemption and the man you had killed is the one you grew to love. Because, in fact, you didn't really kill him and yet you're serving
time behind bars. Sometimes more willingly, sometimes less.
You are the one with the big blond curls and poison lips, dauntless and, quite frankly, bat shit crazy. But who could resent you for it? You are a child in a woman's body. Never did you get to live your life the way it was meant to be; you are missing
a childhood, missing a family. There are no records of you ever existing, you are a mystery. Maybe that's why the Doctor could never quite leave you alone. He, the mad man with a box. A good man who has gone to war, a doctor, or is he a warrior? The
name of the Doctor is unknown to everyone but you. Yet none of you used their real names during their wedding vows. Because that wedding happened in a now non-existent universe, a bubble that burst as soon as it was created. And he will never love
you like you love him. He will never comprehend the cruelty in having to kill the only person on this planet, in this universe, in all of time, that matters.
He is a person you ridiculed at first. You were programmed to kill him, brainwashed into committing murder. To be frank, you are a psychopath. But it wasn't a choice you made, it was made for you, and yet you grew from wanting to spill his guts to falling
in love with him. But things go messed up like they always do. Maybe it was destiny's cheap joke. Because every time you two met, you knew him less and he knew you more. Your timelines were always approaching one another, never quite colliding, instead
sliding past each other with bittersweet friction. How could he not have been intrigued by you? How could he not be annoyed by you when he first met you? You knew his name, for God's sake. No one in all of time could have possibly known, so how did
you? He was angered by it, and all you could do was smile at him, unapologetically.
Because the rest were spoilers.
They are what make up your life. The intricate patterns of your existence, the red thread winding itself through your timeline. But it got all twisted up, as if a cat had dug its claws in the red yarn, ripping apart what made sense and rearranging everything
until it became complete and utter chaos. They say chaos is where genius thrives but what if genius meets psychopath? The Doctor described you as hell in high heels, a storm that only leaves broken pieces in its wake. You do what he never could, wieldingguns
and pointing them at someone's face. You never were afraid to apply pressure, to apply violence to solve your problems.
Because he is a coward, isn't he? Running all his life, running for centuries through whatever the universe has to offer. His mind always all over the place, almost stumbling over his own words because he is thinking quicker than he can speak. He's a
clever man, but dangerous too. What is it that he always says? Rule number one: The Doctor lies. And so do you. Because lies protect the innocent.