clara/twelve fic: history, like love

twelveclara:

There
are planets orbiting her eyes and her mouth tastes like the ocean;
in her head she hears a shatter, like her soul has pried her ribs
apart in a desperate, aching attempt to reach his.
“If
I could have picked anybody,” he murmurs, “it would have been
you.” [these words hurt as much as the truth always does. a soulmates/new girl (but you need no knowledge of new girl, i just took the ‘roommates’ plot) au. 15k words.]

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