River stares at him, feeling completely helpless in a way she hasn’t felt since she met him. He tries to speak but only ends up coughing, blood flecking his lips and chin as he winces. “What do I do?” She sniffles, unsuccessfully blinking back tears. She strokes blood-stained fingers across his cheek, leaving red streaks behind. How could she bear to look into the eyes of this face and know how it ends? She has never seen this regeneration before now and part of her hopes she never does again. She wonders distantly if it’s a particular talent of his or if perhaps she is simply too in love to think him anything other than beautiful. Green eyes this time, in an odd but handsome face. Head lolling on her shoulder, he looks up at her through eyes clouded with pain.
He can’t die like this, lying in a muddy battlefield on a distant planet like some anonymous soldier. His fingers curl weakly around her wrist and she feels her throat close up. He grimaces, his face contorting with pain when she moves him, and she murmurs shaken apologies into his hair. Her hands shake as she cradles him to her, lifting his upper body out of the mud to let him lean against her instead. And now blood soaks the ground under her knees, wetting her trousers and seeping into her skin. More stars in one sky than at any other moment in history. The last time she’d seen the Doctor, he had dropped her off at her cell after Calderon Beta. She should have held onto a bit, just in case she ever needed to save him again in the future. River had given everything to save him – pushed all of her lives into the lanky body lying so still on those steps – and for the first time since it happened, she wishes she hadn’t. He’d died once before, not so long ago for her in Berlin. The Doctor worrying that she’ll get lonely in the library and popping his dying mind inside a moon.” - Steven Moffat
And then she starts to wonder why anyone would call a moon ‘Doctor’. Until, of course, she ends up in the data core of the Library Planet, and realizes she’ll never see him again. So River buries her husband and off she goes to have lots of adventures with his younger selves and confuse the hell out of them. Somewhere in the terrible future, on a battlefield, the 45 th Doctor dies in her arms and makes her the same promise she once made him – it’s not over for you, you’ll see me again.
"River’s not just his wife, she’s his widow.
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