Hello! I am very sorry I haven't updated anything, I've been focusing on school because I'm not very good at it. Sorry! Anyway, to make up for my absence, have this really short one-shot xxx
Clara was in her bedroom on the TARDIS. She was still sad about what had happened before. Her Doctor had left her, and he wasn't there anymore. She missed him like hell. She had really hoped he could have been there forever. She was his Clara. He had told her that, but now with his new face, she didn't believe it anymore. She remembered his last words. The words that she would repeat before she went to sleep every night:
We all change, when you think about it. We're all different people all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good, you've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.
She remembered it all. Now and again she would have flashbacks of their adventures. When she first met him; when this version of Clara first met him. She had phoned him for help with her Wi-Fi then seconds later, he appeared at her front door. Since that moment, she knew he was different. The Doctor had changed her life for the better. Sometimes, it was so bad. It was a thrill, running for monsters and aliens. Singing to a god, getting stuck in a submarine with a weird looking monster in the 1980s and seeing a ghost-not-ghost. She had always liked travelling, just like her mum. Her mum… She missed her mum, she missed her old life. She wanted to leave, but that big ship, the smaller on the outside ship, kept her in contact with the man she loves. Used to love. Loved. But he was gone. All the memories they had made together shall only be remembered by one. By her.
This new man that called himself the Doctor. She didn't trust him; she didn't believe him. He was a person that she didn't know. Never would she fall.
The trick is, don't fall in love. I do that trick quite a lot, sometimes twice a day.
The trick no longer worked. She fell for a man who could never fall for her back. Love is a one way street.
The Doctor was in the console room, pressing random buttons, trying to fly. He wondered where Clara had gone.
"Clara?" he called, louder than usual. No reply. He patched the TARDIS in to the hall way outside Claras' room. He could hear soft sobs through the crackling of the camera. He thought for a moment.
Clara heard her name being called. She didn't respond. She didn't want anyone to see her; mascara dripping down her face, her mask fading. It wasn't right that she felt like this. She missed her Doctor.
She remembered trenzalore. She remembered seeing his grave, speaking for the last time to the one she loved. She never thought that she would be saved.
I don't know where I am. I don't know where I'm going or where I've been. I was born to save the Doctor, but the Doctor is safe now. I'm the Impossible Girl, and my story is done.
Good? Bad? More of the same? TELL ME!