Green
Amelia Pond had always liked the color green.
It was the color of her prom dress.
It was the color of trees in the springtime, when it meant that school would be over soon and summer would arrive.
It was the color of her old room, before she had painted it over with blue in a craze for the Raggedy Man.
It was the color of his eyes, the eyes that were eternally old and young, at the same time, always with a sense of intrigue and mystery and adventure, the eyes that Amelia Pond had spent hours over, trying to get that adventurous twinkle just right. They were the shade of the clearest green Amy had ever known. They were the eyes that had made armies turn and flee and the eyes that had held tears and comforted and joked and laughed all with a single glance. They were the eyes that seemed to peer into the soul, and eyes that accompanied a flop of brown hair and laughable fashion sense.
Green was the last he had seen of her.
Eyes full of tears- Raggedy Man, goodbye, Raggedy Man, goodbye, Raggedy Man, goodbye- and a blink and she was gone. Amelia Pond, Amy Williams, one and the same and yet so colossally different. Amelia Pond, the fairy tale Scottish girl who had made him beans and bacon. Amy Williams, the loving wife of Rory, a writer, a beautifully independent woman who had grown so much from the girl who had prayed to Santa Claus.
After the Ponds had gone, it took a long time for the Doctor to be able to look in a mirror. Because his hair was brown, like Rory's.
And her eyes were green, too.
