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A/N: I just wanted to mention that I really haven't watched many of the episodes with the 11th Doctor and Amy because I've been really busy and I'm really more of a 10th Doctor and Rose person anyway. And I know this doesn't match up with the actual night before the wedding scene, but I just changed it since I don't remember much of the original anyway. Hope you like it! :)
Amy Pond walked through the TARDIS's halls aimlessly. They, her and the Doctor, had already gone on their adventure for the day, and while he was working on the TARDIS she had wandered off. As much as she loved the Doctor she just couldn't stand another minute with him. She had to get out, to be alone. She had to think things over.
She was with Rory, she knew that, and yet she couldn't help thinking that she was so much happier with the Doctor. There were no rules with the Doctor, everything was free and aimless, just like the way she was walking right at that moment. This was the way to live, she thought. Unfortunately she was getting married in the morning. She would be with Rory forever. Suddenly that seemed much more limiting than it had when he'd proposed to her.
And then the final blow hit her. She wouldn't be traveling with the Doctor anymore. And right then her world seemed to be crashing down around her. All those memories, she could see them fading. All those little moments between her and the Doctor slowly vanishing among the duties and loyalty that came with marriage as she knew it; everything she knew and loved lost.
Just then she reached a room she hadn't come to before. It was dusty, clearly unoccupied for a long time. It was almost all pink, with touches of other colors scattered around. It was much more fashionable than her room had ever been, of wanted it to be. And yet there was something else in this room. Sadness. A sense of deep sadness she'd never known until now, and could relate to in a terrible hopeless way.
And then she realized that this was Rose's room. Rose had gone, just like she would the next morning. Both with no real consent of their own, but the knowledge that they needed to. And she did love Rory. What they'd had before the Doctor came had just changed. She was no longer the unworried girl that she'd been, she had moved onto bigger things, greater than she could ever have with Rory no matter how much he loved her.
"Amy?" it was the Doctor.
"Yes?" she tried to disguise her voice, but knowing that it was hopeless. The room itself gave everything away.
"You don't have to do this you know," she could hear the pain in his voice. And she knew he was remembering Rose, remembering all the memories that he would remember for eternity.
"But I do."
And then, just that once, he took her into him arms and held her. They both heard the clock strike midnight. If he could live with that everlasting pain then she knew she could try to for the mere lifespan she had been given. And she would always remember him, just like he would always remember Rose.
Thanks for reading! :)