Maybe he´ll come back if I wait here long enough. I´m good at waiting. Yes, I´ll just wait.
He´ll come back, I know he will. He always does.
He´ll just drop out of the sky and take me in his arms. "It´s okay, I´m here now.", he´ll say.
I blink back tears.
I´ve known him since I was a little girl.
He´s a true hero. My hero. And heroes don´t just die like that, do they?
He´s been through so much after all, so this can´t possibly be the end of his story. Our story.
No, he´s not dead. He´ll come back to me. He has to.
I mean what am I without him? I´m random, domestic, boring. I´m nothing without him.
"Amy?", I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Amy, he´s not coming back.", a patient voice tells me.
I close my eyes at those words and relive his last moments. "I know.", is all I say when I open them again.
A hand is tugging at mine, trying to make me leave at last. After looking down at his final resting place one more time, I follow the Doctor back to the TARDIS.
No, Rory won´t be back this time even though I will never stop waiting for him.