AN: Here I am, Mrs. Shorty McShortyOneShots, back with some Eleven/Amy angst. Set directly after The God Complex.
We'd always wanted the best.
I knew that.
I'd always known that.
But everything has to come to an end.
We'd been through so much… all of my memories will be haunted from her. She made an impact, that Amelia, but she had Rory.
Isn't it always like this?
I suppose we never could have done anything but say goodbye.
Even with her gorgeous stubbornness, with our defiance against the world, with our crazymadwonderfulness, it never would have worked out.
I left her, after all.
I never wanted us to burn out, never wanted this to end.
I'd never wanted to hold her. Now I don't want to let her go.
But everything has to end…
Looking at her just makes it harder, but she has Rory. Rory, who won't make her cry, who won't abandon her, who won't be me.
It really all started with the kiss.
Oh God, that kiss… It felt mad. It felt impossible. It felt wonderful.
I was scared.
So I left. I let Rory in. I let her go.
She was perfect, but perfect can't keep this love alive.
I want her to know things. I want to tell her the things I'd never said, the things I'd always wanted to say.
Do those things really need saying?
Some things do.
I want her to know that when something's wrong, you can't make it feel right. That what we had was wonderful, that it couldn't have been better.
That she'd loved me enough.
But when something is over, it's over. And the time for Amelia Pond to wait is most certainly over.
It's time for her to move on.
Even though it kills me.
Even though I'll never move on.
"There's no moving on
So I'm already gone."
AN: Reviews inspire me to write more angsty stuff. And fluff.
