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/So, I just started writing this out of boredom. So, I figured I'm going to try it out on here. Please review and tell me if I should continue.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm still taking you out tomorrow. Don't you forget. I'll pick you up at seven. Mmhm. I love you too. Bye." I snap my phone shut and let out a soft sigh, burying my face in the pillow. I always feel strange after talking to Abby. She's my girlfriend, but I'm still not comfortable with having a girlfriend right now. Don't get me wrong, I do care about Abby. She's lovely. But, she's not River. She's not River Song.

I bite down on my bottom lip. My stomach turns. It's been a year since she left, and I still think about her quite often, but not as much. And I've moved on, sort of. I'm not a huge mess anymore, not like I was at first. The first few weeks after she left were the worst. I can't even begin to describe how awful it was. People kept telling me to snap out of it. Or just quit thinking about her. They kept ensuring me that she was just a girl; that I would find another that I could be happy with. But, it wasn't like that. River wasn't just some girl. She was a girl that I fell in love with. We were together for two years, though, she wasn't always with me. She went…places. She never would tell me where she went. All she told me was that I shouldn't worry. And she was always reassuring me that she wasn't being unfaithful. Or anything of the sort. I believed her.

My parents were happy when she left. They didn't approve of us. Not because she was a girl, no. My parents were fine with my dating girls. It was because of our age difference. We did have a bit of a difference between our ages, about fifteen years, but I didn't see the big deal, neither did River. My parents had a huge problem with it. So did my friends. I didn't give a shit about what they thought. Even though she was older, River certainly didn't look it. She was just…

I shake my head and push the thoughts out of my mind. I can't think about her. I won't think about her. I've moved on. I have a girlfriend. I'm happy. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I'll believe it.

I sit up a bit and reach over, turning off the lamp. It's around midnight and I need to sleep. I'm exhausted. Today was busy. Class, job, errands. I just want to sleep. I sigh and lay my head against the pillow, curling up into a ball. Within moments I slip into sleep.

'Knock Knock.' I hear someone's knuckles rapping against my door and I sit up, completely groggy with sleep. Looking over at the clock, I scowl. It's four A.M. Who the fuck is knocking at my door at four in the morning? I hear another knock, this time it's much more frantic.

"Hang on a bloody moment, would you?" I called, slowly making my way out of the bed and down the hall, towards the door.. I look down at my clothes as I walk; short shorts and an oversized t-shirt, my brothers old shirt. I'm just hoping there isn't some stranger at my door. Maybe if it hadn't been so early in the morning, I would've found something suspicious about the knocking on my door. Maybe I would have been a bit more cautious. I don't know.

When I reach the door, I flip on the switches to light up the porch. I don't even try to find out who the person outside my door is, I just unlock it and pull it open.

"Hello sweetie." A voice says, a very familiar voice. I just stare. My mouth is wide open and my hands drop to my sides. Because there, at my door, stands River Song.