Amy waited for the door to click shut behind the Doctor before she let her fast unravelling charade drop. She had been trying so hard to maintain an illusion that she was alright, that she was coping with everything that was happening, and had even managed to convince herself, just a tiny bit, until this.
What had the Doctor been thinking? Bringing her to a holiday destination which was so clearly catered for couples in love? Where there would be, if the Doctor's description was correct, nothing to take her mind off of it? Nothing to take her mind off of Rory?
But, for the last few months that was exactly what she had been doing; her mind had been far away from Rory, she had forgotten his very existence. She needed to think about it, she needed to take some time out to think. Just think. The Doctor knew this, but at this moment, Amy didn't. Amy was in too much pain, too distraught, to understand his logic.
She dropped the suitcase back down on the floor, and climbed onto the bed as the tears escaped from her chest. She sobbed, her tears beginning silently, the only noise coming from her burdened breathing, but she became louder, her crying now audible. She crawled to the top of the bed and reached for the pillow, embracing it, holding it to her chest. She brought her knees to the cushion, and there she rocked as the tears continued, great coughing sobs now erupting from her chest, getting to the point where she could barely breathe.
There had been so many times that she had shared with Rory, all the times he had been there for her when others weren't, all the times he had been the most wonderful man in the world. But not one of those times did she remember as she cried in that hotel room. For that first night all she thought of was Rory's last moments, the look on his face as he died, his last words.
"I'm sorry." He had said. She cried even harder when she remembered that. He apologised for dying, his last emotion one of regret.
All of this swirled round and round in Amy's head for a few hours, before she eventually tired herself out and fell asleep.
She knew it was better to be feeling this all than to repress it like before, but oh, how painful it was.