I'm the last.
I've accepted it. I understood, I promised myself I wouldn't let anything in again.
The Time War. It's over. I ended it.
Rightly so.
Such a disappointment. The Doctor. Always running away.
I regenerated. And I ran. No time to see how I look, no time to rest. I need to run. I need to escape. The skies on fire. The screaming.
I ended it.
I'm the last.
Then she came. All sass and wonder and it was all right to be the last. Because she was there.
Then she was gone.
She dropped out of the universe. Out of my life.
Left me alone.
I'm the last.
I accepted it. I knew it. I swore by it. No use lying.
But then how can he be here?
I'm not the last anymore.
Why won't he regenerate?
Why is he laughing?
He won.
I lost.
The Time War takes one more victim.
I am the last. I will always be the last.
Sometimes, in my dreams, I see it. Those burnt orange skies. Those fields of red grass. The Citadel of the Time Lords. The mountains that hit the horizon.
The last one who remembers.
The last one to see it falling. Burning.
And now I'm burning. And changing. And I don't want to go.
I'm the last, all that's left. If I go, then no one will be here to remember.
But I remember.
Still the last. Still alone.
But I remember.
And I'm crashing.
