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Summary: Spoilers to TATM. Character death.

This was the way it was supposed to end. Not shot. Not swallowed by a crack. Not falling off a building. And while on the surface it probably didn't look much different that it had before in that hotel, it was. He may have been lying in bed, but Amy was next to him. She wasn't looking at him in horror looking at him with acceptance and love. His wrinkly hand in hers. Her eyes starring into his. Rory reached for her hair it was still mostly stubbornly red not giving into to gray hair unlike his had. He carded his other wrinkly hand through her hair weakly before lowering back to the bed. He closed his eyes but he still felt the warmth in his other hand and knew Amy was there with him and smiled. They had lived a good life, a long life, and they were still together at the end of it. He was with Amy which is what he had always wanted. He could think of no better way for it to end.