It was not my idea. My friend liked the first photoset so much, she asked me to continue. You can just ignore this. I know it sucks.
Next time he sees her, his mind is reeling.
They’re on some planet, that he’ll never admit wasn’t their final destination, when Amy wanders off. Again. He’s too busy to notice, rummaging in TARDIS’s console and she probably grew bored or something because when he looks up, victorious, she’s not there.
It takes him a few hours to find her, to his great relief, completely unharmed, though a bit shaken. He walks her back to the safety of TARDIS, while she rambles on about the woman she met earlier. Both his hearts stop for a moment when she mentions that her new acquaintance was a time traveller, “lost along the way”. He’s not sure if he wants to hear more. He’s not sure if he’s afraid of dissapointment or something entirely else.
He beckons her inside, when something catches his eye. He whips around just in time to see the familiar silhouette fading away.
He whispers her name ike a prayer and he must be completely mad, when the wind brings him a faint echo of her voice.
“It’s not the time. Yet.”
Sometimes he thinks he sees her. For a fleeting moment she will appear on the other side of the street; just as beautiful as he remembers her. His precious Rose…
But before he could reach her, before he could even whisper her name, she dissapears. It happens again and again, on different planets, at different times, untill he admits quietly to himself that he’s gone mad.
It’s easier than that flicker of hope that burns both of his hearts. Because he knows, that in the end of the day, he has no right for happiness. He’s just a madman with a box, always running, always leaving a mess behind. It’s his curse.