DOCTOR
Without Clara's smile the TARDIS felt cold- empty and grey. Unable to bear the memories of her swirling around the console in a flowing skirt, laughing like soft silk, I walked outside into the crisp November air. I stayed on Earth, stayed in England even. I found comfort in the normality of life, the bustling streets and homely, mismatch houses. Scuffing my shoes across the gritty tarmac pavement, I began to walk. I didn't know where I was going but Earth was the closest thing to home I had. Gallifrey remained lost in vast space; I feared it would stay that way forever, along with all my people. I was alone in the universe.
A flurry of excitement to my left distracted my trail of thoughts and I turned my head to get a better view of what was going on. A house on the other side of the street- draped with balloons- was surrounded by a big gaggle of people shouting, laughing and hugging. A sparkly banner hung across the doorframe that read: 'Happy Birthday!' in purple and green letters. Their happiness was contagious and I smiled to myself. It had been so long since I last smiled and I felt the taught muscles in my face loosen and the weight on my shoulders fade. Feeling renewed, I resolved to move on from Clara. She had found happiness with Danny and that was all that mattered. After all, I was naive, what could I possibly mean to such an impossible girl?
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Whouffaldi | Impossible Girl
FanfictionSet after the end of Series 8- Clara and the Doctor have parted in body but never in their hearts. Will they be able to stay away from each other?
