In his arms
A/n: hey angels! So today I will be writing a little oneshot about Eleven and Clara
P.s. in Clara's pov
He holds me in his arms.
This is forbidden.
This is foreign.
This is love.
I don't know if he loves me.
Maybe he's just lonely.
Maybe he's depressed.
I am to.
The tardis spins around us.
He pulls me closer.
I don't object.
We kiss.
A sad thing it is to be me.
We can never settle down.
Never come out.
Never.
I am the impossible girl.
He is the last time lord.
We must keep running.
Always.