Stars In His Eyes





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'“We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?” (A story inspired by Doctor Who and trying to be composed during loss. You needn't have watched the show to read this! :D <3)

Stars In His Eyes

“Mister, are you crying?”

“Mister, are you crying?” Amy was far from being the politest child one could meet.

“Mister, are you crying?” Amy was far from being the politest child one could meet. She had fiery red hair to match her temper, that would come to life faster than a lit splint.

“Mister, are you crying?” Amy was far from being the politest child one could meet. She had fiery red hair to match her temper, that would come to life faster than a lit splint. So it was a strange occasion when she sat down complacently next to the stranger in the park.

She gazed curiously as he swung his legs back and forth on the swing, like a pendulum;

She gazed curiously as he swung his legs back and forth on the swing, like a pendulum; his eyes never leaving a point far away.

“Noooo…”,

“Noooo…”, he replied instantaneously,

“Noooo…”, he replied instantaneously, “crying is for when you lose something. And I’ve not lost them.

“Noooo…”, he replied instantaneously, “crying is for when you lose something. And I’ve not lost them. They’re still here.”

“Noooo…”, he replied instantaneously, “crying is for when you lose something. And I’ve not lost them. They’re still here.” He said this whilst holding a weathered hand to his heart.

“What happened?”, Amy asked.

“What happened?”, Amy asked. (An inquisitive child like her could never leave the opportunity for a story to go by.)

“I had a friend like you once”,

“I had a friend like you once”, he simply stated; the ghost of a smile haunting his lips.

“I had a friend like you once”, he simply stated; the ghost of a smile haunting his lips. “Bright red hair, like lava from a volcano. We went there once, you know.

“I had a friend like you once”, he simply stated; the ghost of a smile haunting his lips. “Bright red hair, like lava from a volcano. We went there once, you know. Breathtaking.

“I had a friend like you once”, he simply stated; the ghost of a smile haunting his lips. “Bright red hair, like lava from a volcano. We went there once, you know. Breathtaking. All worth it, of course.

Although she did tell me I had to get her back before Rory came to take her out.

Although she did tell me I had to get her back before Rory came to take her out. Couldn’t have a repeat of last time.”

Although she did tell me I had to get her back before Rory came to take her out. Couldn’t have a repeat of last time.” He mumbled all of this to himself, face bent towards his unusual bow tie.

Amy found herself staring at this strange man whose face looked tired and restless all at once.

Amy found herself staring at this strange man whose face looked tired and restless all at once. His eyes, though, held a spark of light.

Amy found herself staring at this strange man whose face looked tired and restless all at once. His eyes, though, held a spark of light. Almost as if he was recalling fond memories.

“So what happened to your friend?

“So what happened to your friend? The one with hair like mine?”

“So what happened to your friend? The one with hair like mine?” Amy witnessed as his smile slipped a little, momentarily.

“So what happened to your friend? The one with hair like mine?” Amy witnessed as his smile slipped a little, momentarily. Nevertheless, he plastered it back on, mustering up all his energy to remain with his cheery facade.

“The angels.

“The angels. It was the

“The angels. It was the angels

“The angels. It was the angels that took her.”

In those few words, Amy felt her heart reaching out the odd, childlike man with the bow tie.

In those few words, Amy felt her heart reaching out the odd, childlike man with the bow tie. She knew she would never be able to relate to this man who had suffered more pain and loss than she could ever imagine,

In those few words, Amy felt her heart reaching out the odd, childlike man with the bow tie. She knew she would never be able to relate to this man who had suffered more pain and loss than she could ever imagine, but she could at least try.

“You know, the angels took my Mam away.

“You know, the angels took my Mam away. I got to hold her hand when they did.

“You know, the angels took my Mam away. I got to hold her hand when they did. She looked so…

“You know, the angels took my Mam away. I got to hold her hand when they did. She looked so… peaceful.

“You know, the angels took my Mam away. I got to hold her hand when they did. She looked so… peaceful. She told me that she was going to meet Dad in heaven. And that she’d be happy.

And watch over me. Maybe she saw me getting that reward today at school!”,

And watch over me. Maybe she saw me getting that reward today at school!”, Amy cried in her Scottish twang, her excitement getting ahead of her.

A quick glance to the stranger suggested that he was amused by her remarks,

A quick glance to the stranger suggested that he was amused by her remarks, his eyes glistening again with his unshed tears.

“Yes”,

“Yes”, he said,

“Yes”, he said, “they may not be with you, but they’re always near.

“Yes”, he said, “they may not be with you, but they’re always near. Like the stars.

“Yes”, he said, “they may not be with you, but they’re always near. Like the stars. Sometimes, in the cloudiest and darkest of nights, you won’t be able to see them… ,

“Yes”, he said, “they may not be with you, but they’re always near. Like the stars. Sometimes, in the cloudiest and darkest of nights, you won’t be able to see them… , doesn’t mean that they’re not there.”

“Yes”, he said, “they may not be with you, but they’re always near. Like the stars. Sometimes, in the cloudiest and darkest of nights, you won’t be able to see them… , doesn’t mean that they’re not there.”, he whispered the last part.

“I should know”,

“I should know”, he smiled to himself, gazing up at the clear sky, tears glistening like the stars themselves.

“I should know”, he smiled to himself, gazing up at the clear sky, tears glistening like the stars themselves. Amy could feel an end coming to their conversation, but felt reluctant to let go.

“Amy!”

“Amy!” A sharp cry broke her from her trance as she stopped swinging long enough to leap off.

“Amy!” A sharp cry broke her from her trance as she stopped swinging long enough to leap off. She ran forward a bit, then stopped and swiftly turned around.

“Amy!” A sharp cry broke her from her trance as she stopped swinging long enough to leap off. She ran forward a bit, then stopped and swiftly turned around. “Goodbye,

“Amy!” A sharp cry broke her from her trance as she stopped swinging long enough to leap off. She ran forward a bit, then stopped and swiftly turned around. “Goodbye, Mister….?”

“The Doctor”,

“The Doctor”, he replied with his reappearing grin,

“The Doctor”, he replied with his reappearing grin, “just call me the Doctor.”

She returned his grin and skipped off to her aunt, who looked annoyed that she was taking too long.

She returned his grin and skipped off to her aunt, who looked annoyed that she was taking too long. Remembering something,

She returned his grin and skipped off to her aunt, who looked annoyed that she was taking too long. Remembering something, she turned around.

“Oh”,

“Oh”, she started off.

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia.

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia. But you can call me Amy.”,

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia. But you can call me Amy.”, she shouted as she skipped forward once more,

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia. But you can call me Amy.”, she shouted as she skipped forward once more, far away from the bow-tie-wearing stranger,

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia. But you can call me Amy.”, she shouted as she skipped forward once more, far away from the bow-tie-wearing stranger, his stories of volcanoes, angels and stars

“Oh”, she started off. “My name’s Amelia. But you can call me Amy.”, she shouted as she skipped forward once more, far away from the bow-tie-wearing stranger, his stories of volcanoes, angels and stars and his barricade of tears that had finally broken.

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