Clara Oswald sat under the shade of a willow tree, as she picked the tiny flowers from the ground. She was waiting for you, just like she promised.

Her fingers worked on weaving the little flowers together as she hummed softly to herself.

By the time you arrived, She then looked up as she saw you walk towards her. She smiled, feeling glad that you had come after all.

"You’re actually here," she said softly, "I was worried you might not show up..."