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| Their last days |
Every night they had spent together, laying in each others arms. She was in her seventies now, and he still was the ageless god, seeming to be in his forties, but looks weren't important to him, ever, even when she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "I love you.." She whispered, her voice was soft and frail, this was when her body had taken a turn for the worse, leaving her weak. It wasn't something he could take her to the best hospital he knew of, in New New York, New Earth, it was something no one could have prevented. Humans were always weaker, and eventually would deteriorate along with everything else. "My dearest, I will always love you. Remember, forever?" He reassured her, stroking her cheek. Whenever he was around her, he would soften his northern accent the best he could, speaking gently to her in her older age. Even after those fifty years they had spent together, they had seen the galaxies, even lived a part of their lives being domestic and raising children. None of which had been able to fully carry the Timelord genes, but that didn't upset him, they were still his children, and he loved them. When the time came for him and his wife to leave so they wouldn't ensue any questions, they left.
Fifteen years later, she had reached reached her nineties, and had fallen hospitalized. He had taken her to the hospital in New New York, always wanting the best for her. He stayed by her side, even when she was asleep, keeping his promise of holding her everynight. She was too fragile to keep in his arms, so he would rest her hand in his, sitting on the edge of her bed. When she slept, he would listen to the sound of her oxygen tank pushing air into her lungs, and watch how her chest would barely rise and fall. Her time was ending, soon, and he wanted her happy, even when it pained him to see her like this. Every morning he would bring her a flower, a different one each time, and rest it on her bed besides her pillow. Somedays when she was awake, he would tell her stories of their adventures, avoiding the near death ones, he never wanted to mention death, even though she knew she wouldn't go on much longer. She had always urged him to go traveling again, and not spend his time with her, but he wouldn't. Not ever did he leave her.
They carried on like this, for four years, him by her side, the pair smiling, more so in love than ever. She was barely able to speak nowadays, but always mouth "I love you" to him, and it would break his heart. He'd kiss her forehead each night, watching her drift to sleep, never able to sleep himself. He would awake the next morning, and she was smiling at him, a weak smile, but it was still beautiful. On days when she couldn't do anything, he would hold her hand, stroking the back of it, remembering every time he had held it.
Their last day there, the last time he would ever see her again, he fought tears the entire time, holding her precious hand gingerly. She whispered to him, fragilely. "Run you clever boy, and remember." He watched her last breaths, and then the stillness that had ensued her empty body. She was gone, his love, forever. For once, in his hard exterior, they fell, flooding down his cheeks silently. He had her body taken aboard the Tardis, accompanied by no one, taking her to a moon nearby his home planet, which was gone. He dug in the dirt, each pain stricken push of the shovel, shoveling it out of her grave. He buried her, leaving a single rose on the gravestone, he had never given her a rose before, this one was white. He never finished crying that night, after loosing her; he spent the night staring at her grave.
The next morning, he entered the Tardis, and he ran. He ran like she had never seen him run before; he would always remember.