Whouffaldi | Impossible Girl

Impossible Man

CLARA

Finally. The bell that signalled the end of school rang and the sound filled the classroom like a chorus of angels. I think I was gladder of it than any of the kids put together and dismissed them with the last sap of energy left in me. Sinking into my soft, leather chair, I was briefly aware of excited footsteps and shouts as my class flooded out, leaving the room silent besides the steady ticking of the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. With each passing second, each lost moment, my hopes began to fade all the faster. Every minute of the day I replayed the cafe scene in my head. I remembered the sickness I felt in my stomach and how the words I said burnt in my throat:

"Me and Danny, we are gonna be fine. Don't you worry, go home." However, I wasn't fine, and I certainly wasn't at home; my home was the TARDIS, with The Doctor. I wondered how he was and whether he had found his old friends on Gallifrey, or even made new ones and I realised again how alone I was. I had friends but they were few and far between and none of them seemed to matter when I met The Doctor. He was my everything. Present in every waking moment and every sleeping dream. I remembered the safety of his embrace and how I could've have stayed wrapped up in him forever. I didn't need the time travel, the breath-taking sights and the unbelievable adventures if I could have just stayed with him.

This was usually the point in my thoughts where I started kicking myself for being so selfish; he was truly happy and that was all I could wish for. With a heavy sigh, I slung my leather satchel over my shoulder and began trundling numbly to my car. After all, I was naive, what could I possibly mean to such an impossible man?