Moving On
Clara jerked back to reality. She had no idea how long she'd been standing there, but people were giving her funny looks. She tasted salt in her mouth and felt wetness on her cheeks. She hastily grabbed her handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes. One woman came and asked if she was okay.
'Fine. I'm fine.' She lied. But that was okay. Because Clara Oswald lies.
She glanced at her watch. Damn, she'd have to run to work now. She spared one last glance at the board before dashing away.
Danny Pink wasn't dead. He was still alive in her heart. And, if she could find a way to bring him back, she would.
There was something niggling at the back of her mind. Something about the Doctor. Something about his keys...
A/N: And... That's a wrap! Thanks to everyone who's read/followed/favourited this. Special thanks go to CarlaKitten21, LavenderAndTime, GriffinGirl8655, heRmiONe721 and Guest for reviewing. You're all fantastic.