To Be Continued (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight

I'm not sure I knew before all of this what love truly is. I used to think I knew. But now, as I stare at the end of me--a simple watch--I think I know. Isn't that funny? How you can realize something at the very last second, when it's too late?

Yes.

It's definitely too late, but not for them. I can still hear the Doctor beating on the door. I can hear him telling me it's not too late; it doesn't have to be like this. But it does for me. Because she is the only one who can save him. Because there cannot be a Doctor without a River & there cannot be a River with a me.

But that's love, in case you're ever looking for it: it is shouting in the face of oblivion. He would never let me sacrifice myself for him, but for Anthony to forever be protected from the monsters that go bump in the night...THAT is why he hasn't beaten down the door, & it's breaking his soul. This is not the last sound I want to hear: the sound of two hearts shattering in unison.

But that's why I'm sending this message, scattered across everything the TARDIS can reach, in hopes that one day he'll read it & stop breaking.

Doctor...my little alien. Don't let her forget the life she once led. And above all...have hope.

Goodbye, sweetie.

*And that's all, folks! Thank you all so very much for reading my first fanfic! You're all so very, very fantastic & I mean it with everything that I am. I hope you had a wonderful summer! Thanks for sharing it with Talia & myself! Maybe you'll see more of the new Talia in the near future. ;)*