"I have to visit the doctor this afternoon." my mother informed. The words echoed in my ears: The Doctor. He had never mentioned anything about leaving. And I'd heard plenty about staying. We'd talked about the future all the time, and his words always seemed sincere. I guess they weren't. But one morning, I awoke, and he was gone, as if he'd never even arrived in the first place. I didn't think such a peculiar man could change my life in such a short time, and I such a big way. But behind everything, I supposed I knew he would leave eventually, but I wasn't prepared to let go of him so quickly, The Doctor, my doctor.
