One Last Time

Run You Clever Boy

The doctor was walking back towards his Tardis when a piece of paper fluttered down and landed at his feet. He picked it up. It was a napkin with a few words scrawled on it. The doctor stopped in his tracks to examine the napkin more closely. It read:
RUN YOU CLEVER BOY, AND REMEMBER.
Followed by  list of coordinates. For some reason, the doctor thought the message seemed almost familiar. He racked his brain, trying to figure out where else he might have read it, but he couldn't think of anything. He shrugged it off, but decided he'd try and fly the tardis to the place the coordinates lead him, just in case it was important.
As he stepped out the tardis doors after a shaky flight, as the tardis did not seem to approve of where he was going,  wind blew on his face and light shone brightly in his eyes. He knew where he was right away. Gallifrey.
In the distance he could see a large rock. "Who wanted me to come here?" He wondered aloud. "And what's that?" The Doctor began walking slowly towards the rock in the distance. As he got closer, he could see that it was cut and polished, and most certainly not an ordinary rock.
Finally, he reached his destination, and realised with a sinking feeling that it was a grave. He bent closer to read the name.
CLARA OSWIN OSWALD.
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The gravestone also read,
RUN YOU CLEVER BOY, AND BE A DOCTOR.
All of a sudden the doctor nearly screamed as shattering pain ripped through his head. It felt like he was on fire. The pain stopped almost as soon as it had started, though, and fresh memories planted themselves into his mind. And for the first time in what felt like forever, he remembered. The Impossible Girl. His  Impossible Girl. Who had died just to save him so many times, and he could never repay. He remembered the sound of Clara's laugh. He remembered the way her eyes lit up when he showed her something new. He remembered her excitement to come with him in Victorian London. And most of all, he remembered her appearance. Her brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. He began to wonder how he could've ever forgotten. And he knew that the person who saved him from the monster just earlier that day was indeed his Clara Oswald.
The situation dawned on him all too fast. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he placed his hand on the gravestone. "My Impossible Girl." He whispered. "How could I ever forget you?"