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[makemeasong]

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[sillyolddoctor]

Sometimes, but so rare that when it happened the universe stopped and forced the Doctor to take notice, time travel was possible without the science and magic of technology.

Clara’s words took the Doctor back to the days long since dead. He smelt grass kissed by a second sun’s dying light. He heard leaves rustle songs never to be heard again. He saw smiles lost to Time but burned into his memory…

“Hope…” he echoed, his voice still quiet, “Hope’s good. Hold onto that, Clara.”

[makemeasong]

Each breath is a little harder and she closes her eyes for long seconds before opening them again. "You too."

With everything Clara has left in her, as blood pools around her head, she looks right at him, one last flicker of light burning brightly.

"And run. Run you clever boy. And remember."

In these final seconds, she knows him, and she knows exactly what she is. The corners of her lips curve into a minute smile before her hand drops away from his cheek and her chest deflates for the final time. Her eyes close, and another echo becomes stardust.

Somewhere in the world and in a different time, another Clara Oswald looks up as a leaf blows by in the wind, swirling into the sky until it seems to disappear against the sun.

[sillyolddoctor]

One moment she was there.

And then she wasn’t, her dying words haunting him as her hand fell away and her eyes slowly closed for the final time.

For a long while the Doctor just knelt next to her, the only sound that of the dark waves rolling and crashing against the sands.

He wanted to stay longer than he did. He wanted to stay when onlookers dispersed. He wanted to stay when the policeman spoke to the ashen-faced tram driver. He even wanted to stay when they covered her body and took her away. He wanted to stay until time ran out and forced him to forget.

The Doctor carefully stood up and turned his back, working his way through the gathering, murmuring crowd.

The sea breeze tugged at his jacket again but there was a chill to it now. Something fluttered and settled on his shoulder and he realised the first few flakes of winter snow were beginning to fall.

He had wanted to stay for as long as he could but instead he turned and left and never came back.

Until one day he did.