You knew for a fact that you’d loved the doctor for quite some time now, and it tugged at your heartstrings with every small smile and quick glance he’d give you.

You were both under a gazebo, rain pouring outside and forming puddles. You turned to look at him, a tension in the air.

He sighed, face becoming dull. “…Please don’t say you love me.” A mere mumble, spoken in a quiet, yet somewhat emotionless tone.