The Companion's Lament

Summary: It's never easy saying goodbye to your best friend...especially when it's The Doctor. *Your* Doctor. Really short piece of conversation/poetry. This is kind of depressing & sad, so have a tissue handy. (This is what happens after watching too many "Farewell Matt Smith" videos on YouTube.) Clara's POV. But it can be made to fit any companion who's witnessed him regenerate.

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I hate endings.

So did you, once.

You told me you did...many, many times, in fact.

I wonder if you still do.

Or if he does.

I haven't the heart to ask yet.

You're gone now.

You've changed.

Got to face it.

Inevitable, I know.

Doesn't make it any easier, you know.

For me...or for you.

We just move on, right?

Easier said than done...but we'll get there eventually.

It'll take time.

Precious, precious time...

Forgive me, Doctor...but it seemed as though we didn't get enough time.

There's never enough time, is there?

One day, I will have to leave you.

Time catches up to all of us, like you said.

It's catching up to me now...I can feel it.

But before it does...promise me something.

Don't ever say goodbye to me again, Doctor.

Because I hate endings.

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A/N: Dedicated to a good friend I had to say goodbye to. Endings really suck. :o(

"But if nothing ends, than nothing would ever get started." –?Anon.? -Shrugs-