Author's Note: I know this song is about rebellion/political protest/etc. but I couldn't help it...


I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent, still

Said 'if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?'


"Why are you headed up here again?" She asks him, cold hand held tightly to his warm one as she trudged happily beside him.

"If I remember correctly, this is your favorite place to visit." He replies while stuffing their intertwined hands into his pocket to try to warm her hand up faster.

"It is indeed, Mr. Smith." She says in a sing-song voice, earning a chuckle from him. "But why are you coming here now?"

"Because it's snowing and I wanted to see you." She wrinkles her nose in an attempt not to smile.

"That doesn't make any sense; you see me everyday."

"Yeah, but up here I get to see you."

"Ah, yes of course, now I understand." She says sarcastically, unable to suppress the laugh bubbling up inside her at his silly ambiguity. She bumps into his shoulder playfully before hugging his arm to try to keep up with his movements. But it's no use and she finds herself clinging desperately onto him, having trouble in even lifting her legs to take the next steps.

"Slow down a bit! I can't keep up."

"Well, I'll have to do something about that." Her look of confusion quickly changes to surprise and she releases a high pitched squeak when he lifts her off her feet. She's as light as a feather and he has to look down at her to make sure whether she's really there. She smiles up at him and gives him a small peck on the lips before leaning her head gently against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He soon sets her on her feet again and bends down to kiss her but she evades him and lets herself fall back into the pile of snow, landing with a soft 'umf' before laying back and patting the snow beside her.

He huffs in exasperation. "I hate this part. This body isn't exactly easy to move in."

"Stop acting so old and get down here." She tugs on his coat roughly, causing him to fall gracelessly on top of her, barely managing to catch himself before crushing her. Her laugh masks his groans, stopping any anger towards her from coming through. Instead he sits back on his feet, eyeing her cautiously, almost like his very gaze would break her.

"So are you gonna leave me here?"

"That's what you wanted remember?" He says, trying to keep his voice as leveled as possible. "To be covered in snow."

"A blanket of snow!" She says with a giggle, but it's weak and he can see the flash of pain on her face.

He swallows and nods imperceptibly. "A blanket of snow…"

They become silent, her distant eyes focused on the flurry falling softly on top of her while his focus on her frail body being covered by the snow. Slowly, her skin starts to loose its color and her lips begin to crack and turn purple. The snow is starting to pile up on her and he wants nothing more than to push it off, to cradle her to him and kiss her like he used to all those years ago. But he can't. Any effort would be useless anyways.

She turns her head to see him and he shudders at seeing her lifeless gaze. "What is it?"

He doesn't answer.

"You're starting to see me, aren't you?" Her words cut through his tortured thoughts and the wind suddenly picks up out of nowhere, making him wonder if the blizzard around him was always there. He opens his mouth to speak the words he's been aching to say for so long but they never come. Instead he decides to say what he always says and swallows again, flinching a bit at the pain now present in his throat and chest, like every other time they reach this point in their conversation.

"You're not breathing…" She smiles sadly and the ghost of her sweet laugh carries off in the wind as he closes his eyes hard to keep the threatening tears from falling.

"Oh Doctor," Her raw and bruised hand reaches up from her laid position to graze his cheek; but he can't tell the difference between the feel of the cold wind and that of her icy hand. He stands and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he starts to make his way back down the path he's taken a million times before, only to quickly take them out again to hug himself.

"You always seem to forget…" He marks the surmounting snow with a second pair of steps as he rushes to get back to the Tardis as soon as he possibly can. He only stops once to look back at the last bit of hilltop through teary eyes and illusional memories. Suddenly he feels a small, cool hand grab onto his. He looks down to see Clara gazing up at him and he can't help but smile sadly because he'll never be able to escape.

I stopped breathing a long time ago.