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I pace back and forth in the console room, not sure what to do with myself.

Where did I go wrong? Angie and Artie said she loved me..

They left the TARDIS when I told them too, which was nice. Maybe they're just as confused as I am.

There's no way I can blame them for this. They looked genuinely shocked after everything happened.

Maybe I should go check up on Clara, try to apologize. Explain myself.

I stop pacing and make my way to the door, stopping myself before I get there.

Wait.. No. Maybe this isn't a good idea.. She probably needs space. Space, yeah. That's it. I'll give her space.

My body makes its way back to the console and turns off the lights in the room.

Guess I'll just go to bed then.. I haven't slept for a few days.. I could use the energy after today.

I make my way over to the stairs leading to my room, then stop at the bottom of them.

This is wrong. I can't just leave her without saying anything.. I'll write her a note. Yes! Notes! Brilliant inventions!

I decide it best to write in the library, the most calming of places in the TARDIS.

When I arrive, my favorite chair is waiting for me, but before I sit down, I grab a pen and paper from one of the nearest shelves.

Making myself comfortable, I sit down in the chair and begin to write my letter to Clara.

"My dearest Clara,

I don't know what to say, and that's how I know things are bad, because I always have something to say. I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. Never ever. If I ever did, I don't know how I could live with myself. Now, I fear I have hurt you. The worst part is, I don't know how. And that's killing me. I don't know where I went wrong, and I don't know how to fix this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Clara."

I stop writing when I find a tear drop right in the center of the page. Deciding it didn't matter, I continue writing the letter.

"Normally when something bad happens, humans tend to want to go back to the moment it happened and fix it. But that's the difference between humans and time lords. We know that sometimes, there are fixed points, which can never be re-written. Even though that kiss wasn't a fixed point, I'd never change that moment. Because for the first time, the first REAL time.. We kissed. I wouldn't take that back for anything. The way that made me feel.. I've never felt that way with someone. I think I really love you Clara. You know what, no. I know I really love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. As soon as your adorably petite body stepped into my TARDIS holding that tea cup, going on about how it's 'Bigger.. On the inside.. Actually bigger', I knew I was going to love traveling with you. Little did I know that soon, I'd love more than just traveling with you. I love everything about you. The way you laugh. How adorable you get when you're frustrated. Your beautiful, silky, shiny brown hair that makes me want to run my hands through it all day. Those beautifully big, brown eyes that look at me so tenderly. Your small body; I wish I could just hold you and never let go. You're beautiful. So beautiful. Though you may not be to you, you're perfect in my eyes."

I wipe a tear from my cheek, trying not to let any more spill onto the paper. For the first time in a long time, I'm letting myself be honest. Because that's what Clara deserves; the pure, honest truth.

"You'll never understand how much it hurts me to know that you don't notice how perfect you are. I look into your eyes and not only see the beauty, but the pain, sadness, and insecurity behind it. Even if we can't be something more.. I'd like it if we could still be friends. Know that I'm always here for you to talk, pick you back up again when you fall, or just listen when you need me to. I've helped so many, Clara. If I could help you get rid of all that sadness, pain and insecurity, that would be the biggest reward. For the first time, the Doctor has run out of words. So I guess I'll just leave you with.. Goodbye, my impossible girl.

~The Doctor"

I take the letter and begin to fold it up, then remember something I've forgotten. In small print, below my signature, is something she needs to know, whether I see her again or not.

"I love you."

"It's all wrong. It's completely wrong."

I crumple up the piece of paper and throw it across the room, suddenly filled with anger.

"God, I can't do anything right! Every time I try, it fails! I am nothing without Clara! Yet, here I am, sitting alone in the library! I've messed everything up!"

My rage turns to sadness, and I find myself collapsing to the floor, choking out small sobs.

"I've messed everything up." I whisper. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I turn over onto my back and look up at the ceiling, which extends very high up.

Regeneration wouldn't be possible if I fell from up there.

I slowly try to pick myself up, but am defeated by my complete lack of energy.

No. You're not letting yourself do that.

Still crying a bit, I crawl to the chair in the library and pull myself up onto it. I breathe out heavily, letting the tears slip out from under my closed eyelids.

After a few sleepless, thought-filled hours, my mind drifts to sleep, not letting anything else get in the way anymore.

I'm sorry, Clara. I'm so, so sorry.