Amelia Pond. A name from a fairly tale, and that's exactly how it was.

Wasn't exactly the way either of us planned, but somehow, she always turned out okay. A happy ever after, if you will. She met up with Rory again, fantastic for her, and they lived together. She told me she was happy, and now all I can do is believe her. Believe her and grieve. That was years ago. River helped me grieve. She said she would be there for me wherever and whenever. But she wasn't. She couldn't be. Time lines, it was very confusing. And anyways, I prefer to be alone.

I'm in the TARDIS now, where else would I be? I travelled for a while, but now I just don't want to do anything. I remember telling Amelia once, that I travelled because of my companions. Because they were so fascinated by it, and that would make it worth while. And now, I'm alone.

I've seen civilizations burn and have dealt with so much pain, but it has never been this bad.

See, when companions are with me, I'm a big goofball. Put me by myself, and the self-blaming starts.

You couldn't save Amelia.
You made her wait for you, and she waited until the day she died.
You couldn't fix anything, you dumb Time Lord.

That's how it usually was, but that's not the worst it's been. I'm a Time Lord, a Gallifreyan, which is a very sophisticated race. Now, we're no animals, but I don't know what to do, or how to cope.

Amelia Pond, the first face this face saw, and hopefully the last. Amelia Pond, the girl seared onto both my hearts. Amelia Pond, the girl who went back in time for her husband without a moments hesitation. Without even thinking how it would affect me.

I can still remember exactly how it was when I ran across that bridge and sat on that metal bench. When I grabbed the soft, ridged pages in my hand and never looked back. The huge impact of realization I had when I was sitting in the TARDIS with River, before I started running. I was really uncomfortable on that cold, hard bench, but I didn't care. Amelia had a letter for me, a letter about her and Rory.

I had her glasses, the ones that made her have wrinkled eyes, the ones that I noticed without actually noticing. I sadly smiled to myself. The last pieces of Amelia Pond that would be so dearest to me. Other than her mini skirts still in her dresser, or Rory's Roman outfit, these were the last pieces I would have of the Pond's. Amelia's glasses and a fateful letter.

I didn't look down at the bottom of the letter, because, well, I hate endings. Amelia's ending was probably the worst one ever.

Instead of skipping or reading it quickly, I read it properly, soaking in each and every word.

By the time you read this....
Know that Rory and I are happy...
Never be alone Doctor....
Tell her she gave hope to the greatest painter alive, and that she saved a whale in outer space.
Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond, and this is how it ends...

I remember taking off her glasses that I put on to read it, I remember moving the hair out of my face, I remember not missing one word. But the thing I remember most is what happened next. The tears blurring my vision, gently falling down my cheeks. The stinging in my eyes, and the small murmurs that came from my mouth. I'm sorry Amelia. I'm so, so sorry.

I can never go back to save Amy, to see her again. And it's all my fault. Oh Amelia, where did I go wrong? The girl who waited, and waited, and waited. And I never came back. I guess 12 years is better than 60. But 87 without you or Rory... I'm sorry Amelia. I'm so, so sorry. I just... There's nothing I could do! Nothing at all. Nothing.

Amelia Pond, the girl who waited forever for me. And me, the man who never showed up.