Whoufflé Oneshots

The Interface

Clara Oswald, if you're hearing this, I am so so sorry. I've died during my travels with you. Please know that I died with a purpose.
And you should know that I know.
Oh, Clara, of course I know.
Or knew, in any case.
Do you think I've never noticed the way your eyes soften with dreaminess every time you look at me?
Do you think I've never noticed that when we hug, your heart beats faster than ever before?
Do you think I've never noticed how you flirt with me, even though you make it seem like friendship?
Do you think I never noticed the hurt in your face when you learned I had a wife? Who, by the way, was never loved by me much?
Oh, Clara, I notice everything. When you are under my protection, my eyes are never off you.
Do you mean to say you never noticed any of my symptoms? They were so clear. But you didn't notice.
You're probably asking: Why tell me now, Chin Boy? Why not when you're alive?
And the answer is this, Clara: I may seem brave and strong, but inside, I am the biggest coward in the history of the universe.
Don't feel bad for me, Clara. Death has surely given me peace of mind- so many people have died under my care, and I've carried the guilt for many years.
"Oh, Doctor, you're not a coward..." Clara sniffled.
Clara, I miss you terribly. But do one thing for me. Go home in the Tardis. She'll soon die without me. And when you're home, find a handsome guy who is completely normal and loves you as much I did, and stay with him.
Goodbye, Clara. Miss ya.
And another thing: you've never heard me say it, but...
Clara Oswald, I lo-
The interface stuttered, then faded away.
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