clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Oct 27, 2020 17:12:12 GMT
March 5th, 2006. Blackpool, London, England. Earth. Her hair was draped onto her shoulders, straight with forehead bangs, and her outfit, a grey petticoat jacket hugged her form, hid her long-sleeved red blouse and dark leggings under the grey morning clouds. Her brown boots felt the dampness of the earth, and it would have been any normal day. Any perfectly ordinary day. Except, of course, it wasn't -- the moisture of the air reminded her that even the sky had been crying.
Because the whole world had lost a wonderful woman by the name of Ellie Costello Oswald on this day. This very same day, last year. She had just been found dead in the street, robbed of her life and all her days to come. No one had known what happened to her. Clara had been away at school, and her dad at work, and her mum had been thought to go shopping. The paramedics had diagnosed her lifelessness as a result of a heart attack, but Clara knew better. Her mum had been in perfect health. When she had questioned it, questioned them, crying and hysterical for losing the only woman that mattered, the only answer she had received was "Sometimes these things just happen."
Now she stood in front of her grave again, in remembrance of her. Of the good times. The only thing the university student had left of her was the book they both shared, the book that her mum had given her -- 101 Places to See. She clutched the guide to her chest, as if holding it tight would lessen the pain that still throbbed in her chest, the loss that still broke her heart. Her eyes were sore and swollen from crying, from mourning. But, she deserved this. She had to be allowed at least this.
Because, after today, she would have to act like she was okay again. That everything was fine, and keep moving on. To keep going, even when it hurt. That's what her mum had wanted. But, even after being so strong, she couldn't help the next tear that escaped her eyes, that stained her chill-touched cheek.
It was hard to be strong when you felt you had lost the most important person in your life.
[ TAG -- Rose Tyler . I placed it a year after her Ellie died because I realized/re-remembered that Rose had been travelling with the Doctor a year in real time before he finally brought her back -- not twelve hours later, but twelve months later after The Unquiet Dead. I still think Clara would be pretty upset over her mum's death, even after a year. She's still young, and probably hasn't had a lot of time to sift through her grief, knowing how she is. ]
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Rose Tyler
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defender of the earth
" I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. "
human ✧
Posts: 111
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 24
Occupation: Time Traveller
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Afro-Circus
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Post by Rose Tyler on Nov 4, 2020 21:27:19 GMT
and i won't feel a thing here lies everything, the world i wanted at my feet "Hi Dad. I guess it's been a while... For you. For me, it's been -- well, I'm sure you know."
Rose couldn't believe how quickly her life had changed in just a few short days. This time last week she'd been bored, lethargic and going through the motions. Wondering if life would ever change. Now, she was in a whirlwind, caught up in the eye of the storm and hoping she never landed.
Everything would've been fine, no one would have known if The Doctor hadn't got years and hours mixed up. "For a Time Lord, he sure can make a mess of time, can't he?" Rose told her Dad with a quiet laugh. Every week or so she'd come down to visit. To say hello, to tell him everything. To tell Pete Tyler how much she missed him, and how much she wished she'd known him. Rose was quite alone in the cemetery, except for a young woman just a few rows along. Their family members were so close... Lying forever but never touching. The thought unnerved and fascinated Rose.
She could hear the young woman crying. She was pretty -- brunette and petite, and as far as Rose could tell -- around the same age. Rose found herself looking at her, feeling her heartbreak. She'd always been compassionate by nature, and understood, perhaps more than most what it was like to lose someone at a young age.
Rose didn't want to disturb the girl while she grieved, but she looked so alone and so lost that Rose found herself going over to make sure she was okay. Or, well, as okay as she could be given the obvious circumstances. "I'll be back soon, Dad," she whispered, gently touching his tombstone.
What was she doing? What was she going to say? Rose came to a stop near the girl, a metre or two away. "I'm sorry," she said at last, gentle and sincere. Her hazel eyes with large and full of empathy.
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Dec 1, 2020 5:23:36 GMT
There wasn't much that could startle her. Little kids would always sneak up behind her, and she would always know they were there. It was a special sight, a "secret gift", her mum had liked to call it. These days, she'd like to think she was just that good..
But, not always. And, not today. This day... of all days.
She had been so deep in her despair that she hadn't heard the woman approach. Didn't even know she had been behind her until she spoke. Clara jumped slightly, and turned back to study the blonde with alarmed, brown eyes that were swollen from her previous tears. Tears she now tried to hide, and hold back. She quickly wiped her nose with her sleeve. "How long have you been standing there?" The brunette countered aloud, wondering why the woman had come over.
The university student vaguely remembered noticing a blonde the next couple of rows over when she had initially entered the cemetery, but she would never have imagined talking to her, or seeing her now. It just wasn't the type of thing you do in cemeteries. And, generally, not when someone was grieving.
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Rose Tyler
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defender of the earth
" I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. "
human ✧
Posts: 111
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 24
Occupation: Time Traveller
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Afro-Circus
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Post by Rose Tyler on Dec 8, 2020 12:12:53 GMT
and i won't feel a thing here lies everything, the world i wanted at my feet Rose looked at the girl apologetically. The last thing she wanted to do was intrude on her grieving. She was very pretty, with shoulder length hair and big brown eyes. She reminded Rose of a deer, lost in the woods.
Rose had the grace to look away as the young woman wiped the tears from her face. "Not long," Rose assured her quickly, not wanting to freak her out. "I was over there visiting my Dad." She added that last part calmly, but the slight tremor in her voice gave away Rose's suppressed emotion.
She glanced at the grave stone. "Was that...?" She asked very gently, putting two and two together but not wanting to assume. Speaking to someone like this, in a cemetery, at such a private moment was a bit unorthodox, but for some reason, Rose had felt it a necessity to come over, to make sure this girl was okay.
Her Mum would probably tell her to stop butting in when she got home later. But all Rose could think about was how lonely her Mum had been in Rose's younger years. The days she'd find Jackie crying in her room with no one to turn to but her infant daughter. Rose wished she could've been older when tragedy struck, not just so she could've had more time with Dad, but she could've been there for Mum. Then again, if she was wishing for things, she'd wish that Dad had never got hit by that damn car in the first place. That stupid vase, Mum used to say.
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clara oswald
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the impossible girl
" show me the stars "
human ✧
Posts: 51
Pronouns: she/her
Age: between 24 and 31
Occupation: teacher. space nanny. time-traveller. I dabble.
In Love W/: the twelfth doctor
Written By: dreams
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Post by clara oswald on Jan 9, 2021 18:18:16 GMT
Clara took the woman in, gave her a quick once-so-over. She nodded in understanding, giving a soft, sad smile that emphasized with the blonde-haired stranger, then her brown eyes found the grave-stone again in acknowledgement of that fact that she wasn't the only one that had lost someone. People lost family members, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends all the time. But, even knowing that, didn't help. Even acknowledging that didn't make the pain stop. The emptiness, the hole in her heart, the void that would always be there. Vacant, always wanting what was no longer there. Always missing and remembering the person most important to her, that had died because the universe was cheap and unfair and complicated.
Another tear ran down her cheek, and the cold chill of the air seemed to bite her fingers, her nose, her face even more. She hastily wiped it away. "I'm sorry." she told the woman, both in sympathy for her loss and her blatant display of sadness. She hated crying, especially when other people were around. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, her eyes fixated on the engraved name.
"My mum." she answered numbly. "Died last year." she told the other girl, her mind only encompassed by the turbulation of grief and pain and loss and remembrance she was currently feeling, but she was careful to keep her voice calm. She waited a moment before continuing. A cold breeze brushed through brown strands and blonde locks, and she gripped the travel book for some faint semblance of warmth and comfort. "Funny thing is," she started, her brows wincing in perplexity and pain, "They'd said that it was a heart-attack. Said she had died from high blood pressure and cigerettes." She shook her head, both in denial and physically trying to shake away the tears that welled up in her eyes. A cynical smile syrupped her lips. "But, I know that's not what it was. It couldn't have been. She was in perfect health."
That's when all the emotions that she had been hiding hit. All of the questions and hurt and heart-ache returned, full-force, as if it was taking back control. Getting revenge. The flood gates opened, and suddenly the university student was overcome with grief. Tears fell like waterfalls, and she collapsed to her knees, covering her lips with her hand and closing her eyes. Feeling it all. Letting it consume her. Letting it hit her, shattering like wine glasses of champagne, into the open. It was the one day a year she allowed herself to feel it. Worst of all, in front of an absolute stranger.
But, she couldn't help it. She couldn't contain it. As much as she tried to be in control, she found that when she confessed her true thoughts to the woman behind her, she just couldn't pretend like everything was okay anymore. Like not knowing what had happened, not being there, didn't completely eat her up inside and riddle her with guilt.
"I should have been there."
[ TAG -- Rose Tyler ]
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Rose Tyler
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defender of the earth
" I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. "
human ✧
Posts: 111
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 24
Occupation: Time Traveller
In Love W/: The Doctor
Written By: Afro-Circus
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Post by Rose Tyler on Mar 16, 2021 21:14:06 GMT
and i won't feel a thing here lies everything, the world i wanted at my feet Another tear rolled down the young woman’s face, and Rose wished she could reach out and give her a hug, even though they’d only just met. ”Don’t,” she told her gently. ”Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind.” And it were true. Rose was an emotional being; anyone who knew her for more than five minutes could work that out. So, she didn’t mind others let loose on their own feelings. She thought it healthy, rather than keeping everything locked up inside. But she could understand those who’d rather grieve in private.
The breeze blew gently around them, and Rose could hear the distant sound of birds singing in the trees. It was peaceful here. Quiet. A small crease appeared between Rose’s eyebrows as the girl began to share her Mum’s story. ”You think there was a cover up?” Rose asked, beginning to understand the situation. But before she could get a reply, the young woman had fallen to the floor in grief and Rose didn’t hesitate to make her way over.
Wrapping her arms around her body, Rose did her best to comfort the stranger. ”It’s not your fault,” she told her gently, knowing they were empty words, but meaning them all the same. She gently rubbed the girl’s back, her eyes drifting to the book in her hand. ”Was that your Mum’s?” She asked softly.
226 words • clara oswald • I'm so sorry this is so late lovely <333
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