12 wasn't a very good man, he knew that. He wasn't as good as him, at least. The one before. The one Clara wished to see instead of the old, crazy man who stood before her.
Who loved her just as much.
He could barely remember being him now, the one with the long hair and bowtie and cocky remarks, but when he sees Clara crying on her own beside the TARDIS console or the sad eyed look she gives him most days after he taps her shoulder to catch her attention from the distance, he knows she misses him. Even if she doesn't say anything.
He wishes she knew how sad it made him too.
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Radio Rebel: A Musical Adventure
FanfictionFor all the wonderfully beautiful, tragically sad and addictively inticing stories I can make via the power of music and multishipping. Open to suggestions if you have any!
