All Stories Must End
Summary: "We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Oh, clever boy, I hope I did.
"I'm Clara Oswald.
I'm the impossible girl.
I was born to save the Doctor..."
I am an English teacher and the
Best friend to the most powerful yet
Daftest alien in the universe.
I am the woman twice dead,
I am souffle girl,
I am the girl who jumped
Into the timeline of an old
Yet forever young alien.
The girl who died a million times
To save the man she loved.
Always I'm running to save the Doctor.
Again and again and again.
And he hardly ever hears me.
I'd be born, I'd die,
All to save the Doctor.
Run, you clever boy, and remember
I'd always whisper before dying.
(Even when he couldn't hear me)
A last wish, a last command.
Run and be safe, because I died saving you.
But I couldn't say it, not this time.
No, not this me.
I'd said it once, yes, but now
It was too real, too permanent
And so I asked for a different wish.
Asked him to Listen,
to this if nothing else,
even if he was afraid:
You. Listen to me.
You're going to be alone now
and you're very bad at that .
You're going to be furious
and you're going to be sad, but listen to me.
Don't let this change you.
No, listen. Whatever happens next,
wherever she is sending you,
I know what you're capable of.
You don't be a warrior.
Promise me, be a doctor.
Heal yourself. You have to.
You can't let this turn you into a monster.
So, I'm not asking you for a promise,
I'm giving you an order:
You will not insult my memory.
There will be no revenge.
I will die and no one else here
or anywhere will suffer.
So I gave one last order to the daft, old man I loved.
I told him to be the Doctor,
To keep the promise I gave him:
Never cruel or cowardly.
Never give up. Never give in.
Because, of course,
I've always been there.
Right from the very beginning.
Right from the day he started running.
And now, finally, this one time
Now, he'd truly be alone.
No, Clara Oswald to save him,
To get into his head
And stop Gallifrey, or Earth,
Or whichever planet came next
From burning.
To accompany him,
Give him a hand to hold.
I'd finally done it.
My own stupidity,
My own desire to be like him,
So I could protect him,
It lead to my demise.
How fitting, really,
The Impossible Girl,
Dying at her own hand.
My own egomania.
Why am I such a control freak?
And what's worse,
All that we left unsaid.
We always did have the worst timing,
But I always knew. Oh, yes.
Everything you are about to say,
I already know.
Don't do it now.
We've already had enough bad timing.
But even so, at least,
One last time,
I did it. Because,
I was born to save the Doctor.
But the Doctor is safe now.
I'm the Impossible Girl,
And my story is done.