Hey, long time, no see! A lot of stuff has been going on- I've found what I wanna do in my life, gotten into tons of new books and shows and fandoms and... you people who complain about physics, I understand your pain. But I enjo it. Maybe I'm a massocist. How do you spell that? Eh. Whatevs. Enjoy.
He coudn't wrap his brain around it.
She was everywhere, all at once.
HE saw her first in fifth grade- his family had gone on a vacation nd Jake had tiptoed away to the library to peer into books. Art books. History. Astrology. Things you couldn't get laughed at for loving in Sleepytown, OK.
He'd opened a book to a random page- page 413- and found a girl. A portrait of a brown haired, big eyed, girl.
Jake fell in love with her face, a face drawn by Vincent van Gough himself.
Was she real? Was she just a warm-up, or a study? Was she a creation of the artist, or by the hands of God himself?
She had a beautiful smile- Jacob Stone knew she was right out of Tennyson's poetry, one of Tennyson's women.
He went home with that picture on his mind, smiling like a lovesick hound dog the whole ride home.
Yes, he could see her clearly. Her big brown eyes and her clear smile shone.
This is a phase we humans have dubbed as "puppy love" (perhaps puppies have called it "human love" or some such expression).
His love rekindled in High School- he was in history class and found a page.
The girl had been immortalized in a charcoal, her face resting calmly in a vaugely happy expression. The caption read-
'Clara; Artist unknown'.
It was an example of art in the 1870's in France- and her face was just as beautiful as van Gough's 1890's works.
How light Jake's heart was, even when he'd left for the oil business. Her artistically drawn eyes were light in times of darkness and refuge in a storm.
Her name was Clara.
He thought often of her. What had been her personality? Was she an exciting person? Had she died young, or gotten married and lived long and happily with many children?
Jake did not know her.
But he faced reality (she had been long dead, get over it).
Yet he still saw her in times of trouble. He could catch a glimpse of her across the bar or brush by at a doctor's office.
What did she sound like? Was she French or English? She was the same stretched over the English Channel and the course of twenty years.
Her name was Clara, and she was impossible.
In fact, Jake did not realize that Clara Oswald was closer then all made it seem.
This is the reason I need to sleep more. I also thrive on the souls of crossover ships. And sleep deprivation...