Author's Note: Here lies a new fic! I don't normally like using original characters in fanfiction, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. Please enjoy the Doctor and Clara's adventure.
She didn't take her eyes off of the ceiling, she was still lying there when the sky began to darken outside. She watched the lights of the passing cars on her roof, being reminded once again of how she used to do this exact thing while lying next to him. More tears sprung from her eyes. Clara felt like she would never be able to move from here, her heart much too swollen and wounded for her to shift position. She'd done the right thing, but that didn't make it any easier, he was still gone either way.
Her minded turned over the memories, ranging from the best to the worst and everything in between. It had felt like her adventure was only just beginning, and still, it was already over. She knew it was futile to think about the unfairness of this situation, but her anger gave her the sort of strength that her grief had almost fully drained from her. She wished with her whole being that she could just go back, even just for one more day, just to see his face again. But she couldn't.
After this period of mourning would come acceptance, and then, painful as it was to think of now, she'd have to move on. Time would heal her, Time, which had created this mess to begin with was now to be her saviour. There would come a day when these wounds would be nothing but miniscule scars; she'd reach a point in her life where this tragedy was hazy, hard to fully recall. One day she would carry on as she had before, as though her life had never been touched by him, as though she'd never loved at all.
