"I'm telling you..." The brunette hopped into the elevator, "...she looks like her. And I'm even thinking, she might be Cate. I'm not even joking." She added before she pressed the floor to where her office was located.
Clad in a black satin polo paired with white jeans, Sandra commenced a new day at her office. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she then called Jennifer, fearing that she might be busy as the day would go on and that she might forget about the stuff that she needed to speak to her about. And by stuff, she mentally meant Lou.
"No, no, I swear. I'm not being delusional." She muttered on the phone and she could hear Jennifer cooking in the background as the sizzle of bacon filled up the airwaves, "Oh god, I could hear those strips of bacon. It reminded me that I haven't eaten breakfast yet. But going back, I swear to all the gods, I feel like she's Cate."
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a group of doctors and two nurses waiting outside. As one, they greeted Sandra, their voices echoing in unison. The brunette acknowledged them with a hesitant smile, a subtle indication of the shyness she concealed within. Despite holding the position of being the medical director, she hadn't yet fully accustomed herself to receiving such collective greetings; a sense of unease lingered, as if they were offering her undue reverence which the brunette wasn't used to yet.
As Sandra exited the elevator, the doctors and nurses appeared to respectfully yield, creating a path for her passage. This display, while perhaps a natural consequence of her position as medical director, nevertheless evoked a sense of unease within her. It felt akin to the reverence bestowed upon a saint, an unfamiliar and even unsettling sensation. With the elevator doors closing behind her, she returned her attention to the ongoing conversation with Jennifer on the other line.
"I'm sorry. There were doctors earlier. As I was saying, she looks like Cate and I'm not being delusional. I swear. I feel like she's Cate, but at the same time, she's different. And her name is Lou, by the way."
"I really think you should eat breakfast. Your delusion is really high right now."
The brunette rolled her eyes over Jennifer's reply. She then turned to another hallway before she successfully reached her office. With such finesse, she swung her office's door open with her heeled-foot after swiping her ID on the door as her hands were occupied with a coffee on the left and her phone on the right.
"Goodness you're infuriating." She replied, casually dropping her bag on her sofa before she went on to walk towards her table, "I'm telling you, if you would see her, you would think she's Cate."
"Please we are doctors! You know better than this. You know there are at least 7-8 people who looks exactly like us scattered in the different sides of earth. You know that."
Sandra pulled her seat, "Yeah, I know." She mumbled, taking a sit, "But she just feels..." She paused, somehow her mind took her back to the very first night she saw her - all those feelings, the confusions, each of the patches of that night started to resurface, but she ended up, still, having the same thought, "...she feels different. She doesn't feel like a stranger to me. I know she's her."
"You know what's hard having a long distance relationship with you?"
The brunette rolled her eyes as she anticipated a comeback that would be so far-flung to what she just said.
"What?"
Sandra could hear Jennifer opening a door, "I cannot hit your fucking head. You're delusional."
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The Lucky One
Fanfic🚨 No silent readers allowed. 🚨 ⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️ I held into your promise that you would give me your entire soul, but while you were pursuing fame and dreams, you were giving strangers pieces of yourself, and there I was, standing in th...
