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Looking up at that beautiful supernova in the sky, he could’ve sworn, impossible as it was, that time had stopped.
He couldn’t feel his legs. Scratch that, he couldn’t feel anything.
His eyes were frozen. His limbs, heavy.
His mind collided into itself.
His Doctor was gone. This time, he hadn’t cheated death. This time, he hadn’t even tried. He had sacrificed himself for…
For him.
Deep down, Stone felt his heart shatter. The pieces sank into an endless sea of sadness , a sea he knew well. He’d lived beside it most of his life. He used to watch the tide rise, over and over again. But this time…
This time, it swallowed him whole.
He lost the only thing that gave him a reason to live, lost his soul to the stars, for the Doctor was his soul. Wouldn’t be such a relief to follow their home down into that river? Maybe, by some miracle, he’d be with the doctor again.
It’s what he deserved, anyway. The Doctor had been happy in the crab. He was comfortable. Eating well. He even got into watching some stupid series, playing games, and…
streaming.
Then he destroyed it all, with his own hands.
He should’ve dealt with it alone.
He could’ve.
He never should’ve told the Doctor.
But he just…
He wanted to see that spark in his eyes.
That joy.
That shared thrill. Just once more.
It would’ve been easy to track down the babies on his own..
so easy.
But no, he had to go and tell him…
Just to catch that glimmer of excitement in his beloved’s face.
Stone laughed, hysterically, painfully, as he crumbled to the ground. Tears poured down his face as the laughter kept rising, louder, wilder… Until it turned into a heart shattering screams.
He had torn himself from his home.
Torn himself from the warmth of his lover’s smile.
And for what?
Why was he still here?
Why wasn’t he up with the Doctor?
Why wasn’t he down with the crab?
He had already drowned. What was left to fear about getting wet?
People tried to calm him.
Asked him what was wrong.
If he was okay.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t care.
The laughter didn’t stop.
He didn’t know how to stop it.
He stood, And walked toward the Thames.
No one followed him.