Hi, this is the edit (made by @drvvho12c) that inspired me to this shortstory: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQvyJ5U/
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One last time. One last glimpse of her was what he needed before he could go. Huffing in pain, the old man dragged himself out of the tardis. Granted, it was risky to stop by in a time in which Clara already knew him, but he had to talk to her, and he wasn't sure he could bear her looking at him like a stranger. So, shivering, he waited next to the dumpsters for her to walk past.
A few hours later, clara rushed to her apartment, the exams in one hand and a coffee-to-go in the other. She stopped as she heard groaning coming from the dumpsters. Looking into the back alley, she spots the tardis, glowing softly and almost...sad, illuminating a figure leaning against the dumpster. When she sees the doctor, ragged, dirty and hurt, her coffee falls to the ground, ruining the exams, but she doesn't care. Her head spins, tears forming in her eyes. With a breaking voice she whispers: "Doctor?".
His voice is soft, a tear running down his cheek. "Clara". He takes a moment to take in her presence. How good it feels to see her, hear her, to feel all the memories they made, painted into the air between and all around them. "Oh my Clara". More tears stream down their faces, but neither of them cares. "You're dying.", the crackle coming out of her throat are barely words. But he understands. "Don't you worry, Clara Oswald", her name rolling of his tounge so easily, so natural, "not yet, not for you. Oh, we're gonna have years together, brilliant, terrifying, happy years. But my time has come. Once and for all. No more regeneration, no more tricks up my sleeve. I just had to see you, one la-", he stops as he swallows the lump in his throat, "smile for me, Clara Oswald, one last time" He let's out a soft breath and holds her cheek. Clara blinks as she notices the secound ring on his finger. She looks at him and he know he won't be able to dodge this question, still - 'Doctor, are we...?" - it hits him like a ton of bricks. He nods, and tears flow down his face. She softly rests his head against her chest, gently rocking him to sleep. And as the energy leaves his body, he thinks of the day he married her. The day that Clara Oswald died.