It was raining and for good sense she felt that the weather was an exceptional reflection of her feelings. She came each year, every single year, on her mum's birthday to her grave and she always brought tulips with her, always, a nice bouquet of them just for her. This year was different though, this year he was with her, Rory, her Rory, and he stood beside her through it all. Once they finally reached the sight where her mum was buried he stood still as she knelt down and placed the flowers next to the tombstone. There was a moment of pure palpable silence as Clara greeted her mother's grave, as if she could still feel her mother's spirit lingering around, secretly saying hello through the wind and the tossing of leaves. Standing back up Clara stared sorrowfully at the tombstone and Rory could see at the corner of his eye that she was crying. Reaching out he took her hand in his and entwined his fingers with hers. It was his silent way of saying, "I'm with you."
They stayed for about fifteen minutes, holding hands and being still, right before heading back home.
"Clara… do you know why I wanted to become a nurse?" Rory asked her. They were lying down on his bed, facing one another, hands underneath the pillows. Outside the sun was setting and the last bits of sunlight illuminated his room in a low glow.
Clara looked at him, a small smile on her lips, "No, you never did get around to telling me."
"When we were about nine years old, you told me about your mum, it was the first time you ever mentioned her to me, I figured one day you'd tell me about her, when you were ready. And you cried, first time I ever saw you cry. I've seen you make other girls cry and even blokes, but never you, you never cried and I never hated anything in life more than I hated seeing you cry. And that day, I swore I was going to change for you, I was going to heal people, and each one of my patients would be pieces of your mum, pieces I get to save, just to make it up to you somehow, the only way I knew how. That's why I became a nurse."
Clara stared at Rory in disbelief, unexpected tears streaming down her face as she swallowed hard.
"You did that for me Rory?" she whispered.
"For you, I'd do anything. I never want to see you sad, ever, and I promise I'll protect you from hurting like that ever again."
Reaching out she took his hand in hers and entwined her fingers with his. And in that moment Clara Oswald, fell hopelessly desperately in love with Rory Williams.
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