Clara Oswald was 100 percent sure she'd made the right decision.

She'd sent him away, sent that idiot of a man away and told him never to come back. She'd meant it too.

Settled down on her sofa, the unsettling silence of her flat filling her ears, she daren't look at anything. She daren't look at the moon above, daren't look towards the shattered remains of the photo on the floor. She couldn't.

She was calm now. She needed to stay that way.

"I nearly got it wrong."

Silence could be her greatest enemy. It was what allowed dangerous memories to resurface.

"You can damn well help us when we need it!"

She didn't want to be angry but she was. She was angry at him. Only him. Completely him.

"I was helping."

He just didn't get it. He never got it, but never before had he made her feel like she had then. She'd been scared, truly scared. Properly scared. Scared and abandoned, by him.

She shuddered in the darkness of the flat.

Two different faces, two different challenges she'd accepted upon his invitation. She'd trusted him, completely, but that had changed. Never before had he abandoned her like that. Never before had he put her in such a position. She couldn't go through that again.

That's why she'd made her decision. He was no longer a part of her life.

"Clear off! Go on. You can clear off!"

The wine glass in her firm grip was bone dry, not that she'd noticed. An entire bottle gone and she neither cared or had any intention of stopping. She needed to forget about him. Forget and move on.

Her pulse was beating through her cold fingertips against the glass. It was something which actually caught her dazed attention. The simplest of things but even that wasn't keeping her distracted long.

Her anger soon vented through the form of silent but strong tears.

God, all she wanted was to forget him. She wanted that part of her life finished. She wanted him to be finished with him. For good. For definite. Forever.

"You can never finish with anyone while they can still make you angry."

Damn the truth in those words. Damn him. Damn everything.

She stood slowly, still clutching the glass in her hand. She needed the next bottle, she needed a refill. She'd never been much of a drinker but it was different that night. That night, she needed a drink in order to clear her head – the irony.

The glass of the shattered photo frame shone in the moonlight, highlighting the places for her not to step as she walked towards the kitchen.

His face was smiling up at her, the older one. The aged one. The one she'd sent away.

"Get back in your lonely, your lonely bloody TARDIS and you don't come back!"

Clara shuddered, having to place the glass down on the counter in fear of dropping it. He had no right to still be affecting her in the way he was. She didn't need him anymore.

She didn't need a doctor. She didn't need the Doctor. She just didn't need him, not at all.

She hunched over against the counter, the picture making her want to scream.

The frame, while broken, still contained two photos. The one of him now and the one of him before. The Doctor he'd been before he changed, her first Doctor.

She wasn't sure who she was most angry at – the new him for doing it to her or the old him for allowing the new him to do it to her. Then again, she'd seen all his faces. She was angry with all of them.

Damn them all. Damn him.

She turned against the counter and slid down, no longer having the energy to stand.

She didn't need him! Why couldn't she accept it?

A few long moments past in the darkened flat before she turned, her hand instinctively reaching for the photo frame.

What was she doing?!

She brought it to her lap and stared, long and hard. Her entire body shuddered. In both photos, she'd been happy. He may have been an idiot, she may have wanted to hate him, but he still made her happy. The things she'd seen were things people would kill for.

Her head fell back against the counter.

In that moment, she knew.

She'd thought she was right. She'd thought she'd made the right decision.

She was wrong.

She'd sent him away but now she knew.

Clara Oswald was 100 percent sure she'd made the wrong decision.

She thought she didn't the Doctor but she did. She did need a doctor.

The Doctor.

Five stories, all over but we all know life with the Doctor is never truly over.

Keep an eye out for 5 Times Clara Oswald Said She Did Need a Doctor

- I can't give you an exact date because I know me; I won't stick to it. However, keep your eyes peeled.

Thank you for taking the time to read. I do apologise for the long gap between updates and I thank you all for sticking by.

I hope you all enjoyed.

G x