SOMETIMES AMY FORGOT THAT RORY knew her like no one else ( even more than she knew herself. ) he always knew how to cheer her up, he could sense even a small change in her humour & amy couldn’t stop wondering where he learnt all of this ( all these years, amy, you’ve known each other for fifteen years now. ) she was staring mindlessly at the tv screen, but her mind was somewhere else. mels river melody was her daughter, but she couldn’t raise her. what kind of a mother could leave her child to become an assassin? that was possibly the worst scenario she could’ve ever imagined for her daughter. yet, it happened & amy couldn’t do anything about it ( just the thought of her little daughter being alone broke her heart. even if it had happened already – or was happening – amy still felt like she could’ve done anything about it. )
but she didn’t have more time to think when she felt rory’s lips on hers. when she pulled back, she saw worry in his eyes, but how could she decribe all her feelings? it was still too much to understand. the more she was looking at him, the more she was feeling guilty over making him worry about her. she moved her gaze from him to her hands. “i’m sorry.”