He left me. I got him to promise me not to leave again. When my Aunt Linda told me there was other fish in the sea all I could think was there was no one like the Doctor. There will never be.
I wished that I could see him. The way he'd swagger off, then turn and look at me with those old sad eyes.
That's why I thought I imagined it when I heard that wheezing groaning noise of the TARDIS. I ran straight to it.
I would not find Galifrey, now I'm not sure if I want to.
I had a reason for leaving Clara. I could not bare to see her grow old and die. Ironic how it's me that is dying of old age. I always imagined going out fighting to my last breath. Old age. Not with a bang or a whimper. I was ready. Just when I thought I didn't have a plan up my sleve.
The Time Lords, granting me a regeneration. It was taking awhile longer than usual, more time to talk with my possible girl.
I followed the trail of clothes. He's probably wondering around with his clothes off again. Then I saw that he had changed into the same but newer outfit. He was young, well looked young,again. Somehow he managed to stay in the same body like his tenth life did. But that was just a false hope I had been holding onto.
I didn't want him to change. I wasn't ready.
"It's started." I said to her. "I can't stop it now." It's a reset, takes a bit longer. I had changed out of the raggedy clothes and had my last meal, fish fingers and custered. Now it was time to talk with my impossible girl, make it last as long as I can. Cause everything you are disappears in an instant, you are still you. Like breath on a mirror. I will remember this day. I was the Doctor.
The Doctor is coming.
"You are the Doctor."
"Yep. And I always will be." My hand started to glow. But times change and so must I.
Amelia Pond was the first face this face saw. Clara Oswald was the last. I was most certainty raggedy man and it was time to say Good Night.
There is a time to sleep.
I will always be the Doctor as long as I remember all the people I used to be. That is how I have to keep moving.
He undid the bow tie, dropping it to the floor.
My eyes slightly watered as it flutter to the ground. I hesitated, wanting to grab his hand. I didn't know what to ask, if he was scared, if he didn't want to die. But he looked absolutely ok with it. Then, I know he'll be fine.
I knew this was what he did. It was still a lot to accept. I knew it wasn't possible for him to stay. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had to stand back as I watched my Doctor die. She didn't have time to say goodbye.
In one quick burst of light his face was replaced by a strangers.
Images came rushing back, flowing over my eyes and flooding my mind. I've died. Over and over. Another memory flashed across my eyes one so strong, my head spun.
Bursts of light clouded my vision. His life still flashing before my eyes.
The memories of the little girl in the garden to Trenzalore, and the impossible girl.
I was dying. I was ok with it. I was ready to change. Clara's word's echoing in my head. And now it's time for one last bow, just like your other selves... Eleventh's Hour is over now, the clock is striking Twelves..."
Now it's time for one last bow. GERONIMO!