He paced the console room.
He was going to do it.
He knew he had to.
She had to know.
He was going to do it.
'Today's the day' he thought excitedly.
He'd done this a thousand times in his head.
'How hard could it be' he thought.
He stopped pacing abruptly and pulled the Tardis lever, to send the old time machine to Clara's flat.
He put the Tardis breaks on and rushed out the doors and into Clara's flat.
"Clara Oswald I love you" he exclaimed.
But his words fell upon deaf ears.
Because Clara Oswald was dead.
He'd let her slip through his fingers.
He'd spent all his life loving her and he'd lost her.
His Clara blown away like smoke.
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Whouffaldi oneshots
FanficSome fluffy adventures featuring a space dork and his short cinnamon roll of a companion
