My Immortal: The Doctor and Me

Chapter 11: The Doctor's a Woman Now

It's been a whopping 8 years since the Doctor last graced me with his presence, and now we're in the year 2032. I'm 37 years old, still slender but older and my son is 17. Sometimes, I can't shake off the feeling that I'm just a mere convenience to the Doctor - always there when he needs me, only to be forgotten until the next time he undergoes some sort of transformation. Lana, my friend, tries to reassure me that it's not me, it's him. And deep down, I know she's right but each time he reappears, I find myself unable to resist his charm. I took the plunge and changed my look, going for a fresh hairstyle with a Bob haircut and some bangs, thinking it might boost my self-esteem. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can see that I really do look different. But even with this new look, the Doctor still finds a way to track me down. He's made it clear that he'll always return, just like he mentioned before but how will he look like this time around? One day, I was strolling along the bustling sidewalk, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief after wrapping up my work at the office. The unique dynamics of my family situation meant that my presence was still required, even though my parents had long been divorced, they still needed my help. I made a conscious effort to remain neutral, understanding that the issues between my parents were their own to handle. However, things took an unexpected turn when Marie, who had been working with my dad, abruptly quit her job following the revelation of their affair. I was completely oblivious to their secret relationship, but as they say, life can throw unexpected curveballs. My mom, initially bitter, eventually came to terms with the fact that she would likely remain single for the rest of her life. I had already come to a similar conclusion for myself, acknowledging that marriage was not in the cards for me. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed dating, and I had a boyfriend at the time but unfortunately, our relationship suffered a strain when he landed a job overseas, causing us to drift apart. On a different note, I found myself browsing through various shops in preparation for Lana's upcoming baby shower. It was an exciting time for her as she was expecting her first child with her loving husband.

Interestingly, they had been trying to conceive for several years after their marriage, but without success. So, when the news of her pregnancy finally arrived, I couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for her. During our conversation, I shared with Lana the little quirks and experiences of being pregnant, as well as the rollercoaster of emotions that come with giving birth. Understandably, she had some fears and concerns, but I reassured her that everything would work out just fine. As I entered one particular shop, the music was nostalgic, a song called Daydream Believer, by The Monkeys played in the background. My attention was caught by a woman with sandy blonde hair styled in a bob. She seemed to be engrossed in examining items on the shelves, but her choice of clothing was rather unconventional, piquing my curiosity. She donned a light grey long coat that had a reversible feature, giving it the ability to showcase a different color when flipped inside out. Underneath, she wore a vibrant rainbow-colored striped shirt that exuded playfulness. Her high-waisted navy-blue trousers resembled knicker pants and were adorned with suspenders, adding a touch of vintage charm to her outfit. Completing her ensemble were brown leather ankle boots that added a touch of sophistication to her overall look. As I stood at the register, ready to pay for my purchases, the woman approached me with a kind offer.  "I'll pay for it, if you don't mind," she said, her face adorned with a soft smile.

"It's okay, you don't have to," I politely declined her offer at first, but she was insistent, and I couldn't help but smile back at her shyly. There was something about her that I found intriguing, even though I had never been in a relationship with another woman before, I find her attractive. Her accent reminded me of the Doctor, but I didn't dwell on it at the time. After expressing my thanks, I left the shop and continued with my day. However, it seemed that fate had other plans for us to meet again. It was September, and I was at Lana's baby shower with my mom and son. To my surprise, the woman from the shop walked into Lana's house. At first, I assumed she must be a friend of Lana's husband, but there was an undeniable connection between us. Despite my efforts to ignore the persistent feeling that arose whenever she was around, I couldn't help but feel intrigued and curious about her presence. She had changed her outfit this time, opting for a dark black tee shirt, a knee-high coffee brown coat, jeans and boots. My heart skipped a beat as she approached and sat down beside me.  "Isn't this gathering just wonderful?" she commented, moving nearer to me.