They lay in that position for a while, neither of them moving nor breathing. In fact, it was almost like Amy had forgot to breathe, lost in the depth of his eyes. As the minutes passed, she found her hand completely entangled with his.

"How will I tell him?" She broke the silence. "How will I tell Rory what's happened?"

He shrugged silently, remaining quiet.

"I can't just leave without explanation." She continued. "He may be a rat, but he is - was - the father of my baby. And I do still love him."

The words crashed into him like a wrecking ball. (I swear if any of you make Miley Cyrus jokes-) It felt like all his hopes, his hopes of being with her, his hopes of finally being able to call her his, where ripped out from his heart slowly and painfully, all because of those simple words:

"And I do still love him."

Again, the Doctor shrugged, but this time he replied. "If you were to tell him, Amy, what would you do next? I mean, he's already -"

"I know what he's done, Doctor." She sighed. "I'm not stupid. It's just - all those years ago, when I had no one, Rory was the one that would be there. He was the one that stood by me when I was branded 'weird Amy'. He's the man I fell in love with, despite what he's done wrong. Maybe if I talk to him -"

"I was not implying that you were stupid Amy, but honestly? Are you seriously tempted to take him back? After all he's done?!" His voice rose an octave with slight rage. "You heard the words from his lips yourself, he's planning to start a family with Nina. Not you, Nina."

Her eyes stung slightly at the harsh truth of his words. "It's not easy! I can't just simply hate him, now. Put it this way, Doctor. . . Did you ever stop loving Rose?"

Amy immediately regretted what she said, realising how uncalled for it was when his hand shot out of hers and he climbed off the bed. "That - That - How do you know about Rose?" She remained silent, so he continued. "How?!"

"I - I just do..."

"Rose is nothing like Rory!" He spat, his voice was venomous, like poison off his tongue and out his mouth. "You don't understand, Amy - I LOST her! I didn't get a choice to carry on loving her! She didn't run off and have someone else's baby until we parted our separate ways! Now - I don't know what she's doing now, I just -" he paused for a moment and inhaled a deep breath. "I just hope she's happy. I hope she's receiving love that I could've never gave her. If I could change what happened, I would. I would rip apart this universe for Rose Tyler. Back when I first met her, my heart was surrounded by stone. I was a monster. I had done something so heartbreakingly awful that no human could ever understand. But Rose. . . She saw past the monster, chiseled her way into my stone heart and showed me how to be happy, how to love again. . . You don't just stop loving someone when they leave you, Amy, especially someone like Rose. You learn to live without them. That's what I did."

Without saying another word, he walked off, leaving Amy alone in her hospital bed. There was an absence of warmth from where he had left, and she sighed sadly, rolling over and wiping a tear hurriedly from her eye.

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He marched straight to the console room, eyes flooding with tears. How could she compare someone as beautiful and kind and deserving like Rose to someone vile and manipulative like Rory? If heartbreak was an audible phenomenon, he was sure he heard his heart tearing to pieces, a heavy pit in his chest.

His nimble fingers swiftly tapped a button and he swung the screen around to his face, watching carefully as the image of a curled up, fragile Amelia in her hospital bed flashed on the screen.

Though the image wasn't clear, he still could see the way her thin body shook as she sobbed quietly, her hand on her stomach where her baby had once lay.

You took that away from her, didn't you, Doctor?

He shook his head quickly, emptying the thought out of his head and continued to watch, hands planted on the console so he was leaning forwards slightly.

There was no purpose to what he was doing, no intention to discover anything. He just wanted to see her. Looking through the glass, never able to reach out and touch her.

That was his life. Left away to wallow in loneliness, never allowed to love. It was a human privelage, it seemed.

After a stretch of time, perhaps a few minutes, her eyes were closed and breathing shallow like a sleeping beauty.

"Amelia," he smiled sadly to himself. "My Amelia Pond."