A/N: I feel like I wrote this better than anything else I have every written... and I was half asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Beautiful is Too Simple
He never thought anything could be so beautiful. He's seen millions of stars. Millions of planets. Millions of things out there in the whole wide universe, but nothing is as beautiful as her.
The Impossible Girl. Born to save him. Not to save him from the Great Intelligence, or any other enemy he's faced, but save him from himself. Save him from his loneliness because he shouldn't be alone.
As he carries her off of this desolate planet, his final battle, he looks down at her in his arms and smiles. The most beautiful woman in the whole wide universe.
Beautiful isn't the word to describe her though. The word is too simple. To dull. There isn't a word to describe the way she is or how he feels.
And he doubts there ever will.
She's so small, but has done something so big. So miraculous that he understand why the universe gave her to him.
The universe's gift. Not to save him, but to love him. And he will love her. He's tried to stop himself. When he falls it always ends in tragedy. Losing the most important person to you. But he will not lose Clara Oswald. Not ever. For she is a gift. His gift from the universe.
Beautiful doesn't even go anywhere near what Clara Oswald is. She makes him feel ecstatic just by her touch. He falls farther every time she smiles. And when her shining chocolate brown eyes lock with his time freezes.
He never thought he would feel such love for anyone. But then again Clara Oswald isn't anyone. She's the Impossible Girl who was born to save the Doctor. Save him and love him. He can't deny it any longer. He fell a long time ago.
Beautiful is too simple to describe Clara Oswald.
Love is too weak to describe what the Doctor feels.