((Here it is, chapter 10 at last!

I am sorry you've all had to wait so long for this to be posted. I have been mega busy… But I have still kept writing this, because I love it, and because you people reading it keep me writing. I have plans for this and don't worry, the Pondlock will happen eventually. I'm actually onto writing that now. Hopefully it shouldn't be too long until it's posted. ))

Tomorrow turned into today.

It was the day Amy had been constantly thinking about all through the night as well as her shift at the cafe. She quit trying to tell herself it wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Who was she kidding? Her marriage to the man she loved was about to come to an end. What could be worse than that? She had briefly had second thoughts, almost considering forgetting the divorce and starting anew with Rory - only the niggling voice in her head told her not to. That niggling voice was right. It wouldn't be fair on him, so she stuck to her original decision.

They had arranged to meet at a cafe in the Charing Cross area after Amy had finished work, mid-afternoon. She walked there (thinking helped clear her head) and arrived late because Rory was already there, impatiently drumming his fingers on the table. Though, as soon as he noticed her arrive, he was instantly rising to his feet.

"Do you want a coffee o-?"

"No. No coffee," she hurried, sitting down. "Let's just get this over with."

"You have to buy something if you're going to stay."

"Fine - a coffee then. Please?" To Rory, she came across as cold, like she didn't want to be there. To be honest, he didn't, so why should she?

She muttered her thanks when her estranged husband returned with her coffee and sat down opposite her with his own steaming away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound...bitchy." Then she pursed her lips apologetically.

"I- right... It's fin-"

"No, it isn't-"

"I understand. I don't want to be her either."

"Then why didn't you post the papers on to me?"

"I would-" Rory realised how loudly he was speaking (people were staring) so he lowered his voice. "I would have if I knew your address. You haven't told me where you live now."

"With good reason. If I told you, you'd be there constantly trying to persuade me to come back."

People were watching again at Amy's sudden outburst.

"Alright," he began, hushed, "I get it. Look, we're not here to argue, are we? Let's...be grown up about this..." From his pocket he pulled out and unfolded an envelope that he pushed in Amy's direction.

Taking it, she pried out the papers, scanning them. "You haven't signed."

"No. I thought we could s-sign them together, you know...then that way we know that we've both signed." It was obvious he was nervous. His hands were shaking and she noticed how he was trying to mask that by fiddling with objects on the table.

She breathed heavily. "Fair enough."

"Who signs first..?"

"I will. Pen?"

There was a biro on another table that someone had left. Rory took it and handed it to her. She put it to the paper, above the daunting line she had to sign. For a short second she hesitated. Think about what you're doing, Amy! Are you sure this is the right choice? This could well be the beginning of the end for you. You could be messing up your life.

No. It is the right thing to do. For Rory.

She swiftly signed her name.

Rory looked at her with disdain. "You actually...did it..."

"You thought I wouldn't? You were hoping that I would change my mind?" She slid the papers his way. "Your turn."

It took him much longer to sign the document, just like she knew it would. When Rory married her, not once did he imagine that this would happen. He imagined they would grow old together, happy, with a family and good jobs.

"Are you sure thi-?"

She sighed heavily, running her slender fingers through her hair, clutching at the strands. "Please, Rory, don't do this to me," she groaned in frustration.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot. It's always about Amy." He sounded as equally as frustrated as she had.

"Have you got any idea of what this is doing to me?"

"We've been through this-"

"Have you?"

"Yes. Yes, I have! I know this is hurting you; it's hurting me, too. Do you really believe that I want to do this? Do really honestly think that? I don't."

"Then why-"

"Because it's the right thing to do, like I've said before, and I will keep saying it. You know it; too, you just don't want to admit it." Finally, the first few tears strayed from her eyes, and he was fighting against his own flood barriers. Neither of them cared that they had spectators. "Please, Rory, sign the papers? Not for me. For yourself. I'm doing this to save you from misery. You'd never be truly happy with me because I can't give you what you want, and I can't put you through the...torture of not having your own family. I can't do that to you. I feel bad for making this decision, but I know that I would feel much worse if we stayed together and you were unhappy. Then I would be unhappy and what would be the point?"

"I can't-"

"Do it. Then we can both move on. I'm not changing my mind."

Why did she always have to be so stubborn?

"Fine." Eventually, he scrawled his signature down before shoving the papers into an envelope to be posted.

Somehow, relief washed over Amy like a wave. "Thank you."

"I did it for myself. Like you said."

She simply nodded, standing up, wiping her sleeve across her nose and cheeks. "Right... I'll, err...post this on my way back..." The coffee Rory had bought her had remained untouched, still warm, still smelling strong and sickly. She made her exit from the lavishly decorated cafe. Only Rory went after her, stopping her in the middle of the busy street where Trafalgar Square was situated not too far away.

"What happens now? What are you going to do? What am I going to do?" He looked full of disdain.

Moving closer, Amy pulled him into a hug, desperately holding onto him one final time. She tried her hardest to smile when she faced him. "Don't worry about me... I-I'll be fine. It's time you started worrying about yourself for a change." She sniffed. "I will always love you. Don't ever think that I don't, or wont or that I never did. I have to do this. You, of all the people in the world, deserve to be happy. You deserve to have the life you want. And you will have that, you will. You'll find someone who loves you as much as I do, maybe even more; they will see how lovely you are, and how special and kind and good you are; and you will have kids by the dozen. You'll be brilliant. Just you watch."

"Will I see you again?" he asked, attempting to compose himself.

"Maybe. Who knows? It's a small universe, after all." Pausing, she thought. "And, if you see River, or the Doctor, tell them to get their backsides to London. Tell them... Tell them that I'm sorry..."

He nodded reluctantly. Please let this be a bad dream? Please let me wake up to discover that everything is actually fine?

He was still hopeful, still clutching onto the fact that she still loved him. Inside he was aching; aching from the pain of losing her and aching from the hope that she would realise this was a huge mistake and that she would come running back to him and embrace him like her life depended on it. He hoped she would as he watched her slowly walk away, feeling disheartened, lost.

She didn't turn back.

((Apologies to all you Amy/Rory shippers out there. I love them, too, but I needed this to happen to fit with the story ideas I have.))