CLARA'S POV
It's been so long since he's spoken to me.
He hasn't uttered a single word in my presence, and it makes me feel.... Terrible. Unloved.
I'm too scared to confront him about it, though, because the one time I did, he shrugged and turned away like I wasn't worth the dust on his shoes.
He has me doubting myself more than I ever have. I wake up everyday and ask myself "Why? Why me? What did I ever do to him?" But the questions remain unanswered.
But.... Why? What did I do? What mistake did I make that made him turn away from me? What did I do to him that sewed his lips together?
Oh yeah. I remember.
He's dead.
The shadow, the dreaded shadow that stole my mother, took my Doctor.
The shadow, the dreaded shadow that stole my family, shrouded my Doctor in a cloak of death.
The shadow, the dreaded shadow that stole so many, now takes my own life.
My trembling hand uncorks the vial. The liquid contents are an odd, greenish purple colour, and they slosh around in the crystal vial.
I steady my hand, then bravely, sucking in a deep breath, pour it Into my mouth.
It burns the back of my throat, but I don't care.
Because now I will return to him.
I will be with my true love.
The crystal crashes to the floor as my last breath escapes my lips.
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Okay look. Im sorry.
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Also please check out my other stories: My Only Chance and I Still Love You... Both are conpleted :)
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