His shoes tapped against the wet concrete, matching the rhythm of his thuddering heartbeats. The guilt inside him built up, bit by bit, until he couldn't cope. He stopped walking. He stopped, right in the middle of the pavement in the pouring rain. He felt so angry, so annoyed, so guilty. He couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't appeared in Amy's back garden when she was 7, perhaps she would be happy with Rory. Perhaps they'd be living in a nice house, with children and a dog. Perhaps Amy would find her dream job, maybe Rory would've been a doctor. Perhaps they'd have a beautiful garden for their children to play in. But of course, being the selfish idiot he was, he ruined it. He ruined her entire life. He'd always done it. He destroyed people's lifes, luring them away with stars and planets and time. But he couldn't help but feel something towards Amy. It was similar to Rose. He got a similar flutter in his hearts when she smiled at him, only stronger. He felt the same passion every time she held his hand, only stronger. He studied her so carefully, when she wasn't noticing, taking in every contour of her face and every detail. He was jealous of Rory. But why was he jealous? He couldn't understand.

And then it hit him.

He realised.

He had fallen in love with Amy Pond.

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He couldn't. He musn't. He had forbade himself from falling in love with human girls ever since Rose. Oh, his Rose. His beautiful, kind Rose. He had left her in another dimension, he could never see her again. If he had the chance, he would get her back, despite the risks. But she was safe there. She needed to be safe, with her mum and her 'dad' and Tony. It had hurt, having to leave her, but he had to. She was gone.

And he wouldn't let that happen to Amy.

But he had to tell her. She would end up heartbroken if she found out about Rory's unfaithfulness. He needed to tell her. Maybe she'd see the light. Maybe she'd love him.

No, of course she wouldn't. Like the old tale says, who could ever love a beast? What beauty would ever hold affection and passion for a monster? She wouldn't believe him. She'd shout at him. She'd tell him he was jealous. She'd stop traveling with him. She would hate him.

But he needed to tell her. He couldn't live with the burden of knowing Rory was cheating and doing nothing to help Amy.

So that's what he was going to do.

(A/N- Do people even like my stories? I'm awful at writing ;-;)