So that’s it. I’ve watched the episode. Twice. And I cried. Just the first time, though, I didn’t have any more tears the second time. But I don’t think I haven’t realised what it actually means yet. No more Rory. No ever. No more “Aww look at how cute my baby is.” No more “god Badass!Rory is so hot, Amy is so lucky to have him”. No more “Amy and Rory are the best couple that ever graced this show and most of the others shows.”. And no more Amy either. The ginger girl. The girl who waited.
I loved the episode, I really did, I love emotional finales and I loved how it actually didn’t end too badly. I started the episode knowing that if the Ponds were to be separated, I wouldn’t have handled it - Like, seriously, I would have stopped the episode and I wouldn’t have watched any Ponds-era episode in a long long time. But they ended up in the best case scenario, with them living happily, and especially together.
Also, the space all of this leaves to fanfictions is huge and vast and complicated and so so so beautiful. I think from now to Christmas I will feed myself with Ponds fanfics set after their farewell.
Now as I told before I haven’t realised they’re gone yet, so when I will be struck by that realisation I’ll probably be back here in tears. For now, everything is still almost okay.
(And yes, I love that almost.)