Lit by fairy lights scattered around the room, Clara lay on her bed with her eyes closed. She was staying in her bedroom in the TARDIS rather than at the Maitland's house. She always preferred to spend evenings with the Doctor, but sometimes she just had to go home. Tonight though, she had enjoyed the evening with him and him alone.
Although she had a little help from the Doctor, Clara had designed her bedroom pretty much all by herself. She had a single bed with a patch work quilt in the far corner, with fairy lights hung above to light the room dimly. The patchwork quilt was a present from the Doctor on her last birthday. He had visited her mother, her grandmother, her great-grandmother, and so on, and asked them each to sew a patch. When he presented the quilt to her, Clara had broken down in tears. He was so considerate and her love for him was so strong, though she felt the feeling was not mutual.
Also in her room were souvenirs from their adventures they had had together. Each little thing was a treasure. Some of the things she had collected herself, but most of them were given to her by the Doctor. These keepsakes were spaced along her shelves in chronological order, they way the Doctor had taught her to order them.
With her headphones firmly plugged in her ears, tears rolled silently down Clara's cheeks. She had had one song on repeat for an hour now, but there was no way she was going to turn it off. The Doctor was asleep in his room and he had been for about half an hour. Clara had asked to go to bed an hour ago, saying she had a headache, but really it was just because she couldn't stand the fact that he didn't notice the connection between them. She was so madly in love with him, but he was oblivious to it all.
Cheeks wet from all the tears, Clara listened to You and Me by Lifehouse for the twentieth time in an hour.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she mouthed the words thinking about one person and one person only. She had been crying silently for an hour, but after the song finished again, she gave a quiet whimper. She hoped the Doctor wouldn't hear her because she didn't want to make him feel guilty for an emotion he obviously just doesn't feel.
The song started again and she just couldn't hold her silence in any longer. Clara began to sob into her pillow, hugging it close to her, as if it was the one who she was crying over.
Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
