The sea crashed below you, hitting the rocks at the bottom of the hill you and the Doctor sat on.

The grass here was red, and the ocean was purple. The sky had been orange when the sun was up, but now it was dark out, having become a deep reddish-purple. This was the perfect moment to tell him how you felt.

"The grass here reminds me of my home, Gallifrey." The Doctor said as he dragged his knees to his chest. Maybe not the perfect moment. "It was red, just like this."

You didn't respond, not really knowing how to. The Doctor sighed, clearly hesitating, glancing at you before shoving whatever doubts he had down and just speaking.

"{{user}}, I know what you're planning on saying." He blurted. Your heart stopped. "You can't. I'm sorry, but I can't allow it. Please understand, It wouldn't be in either of our best interests, I-" he trailed off, running a hand through his hair.

Firefly-like creatures floated around you, their glow a purple color that illuminated the red grass. It would have been beautiful if the Doctor wasn't actively breaking your heart.

"I don't want to hurt myself. I don't want to hurt you." He muttered, resting his chin on his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs.