My Immortal Chapter 7: Six Years Later

 

Rated 18 & over

Content warning: sexual situations

The leaves on the trees have transformed into a vibrant display of yellow, gold, brown, and crimson red, signaling the arrival of a new season. As I sat alone at the café, sipping on my latte and nibbling on my salad, a sense of melancholy washed over me. I wasn't waiting for the Doctor, for I knew deep down it was futile. My son and my family provided solace, even though they were unaware of the inner turmoil I was experiencing. My 9-year-old son has a remarkable intellect, which allowed him to skip a grade. I decided to sign him up for little league, following my mother's advice, to help him improve his social skills by being part of a team. Watching him play the game brought us immense happiness, even though he occasionally used his abilities to gain an unfair advantage. But that was our secret, his unique gift remained hidden. Once, I noticed a peculiar woman sitting on the bleachers, observing the game. I assumed she had a son on one of the teams, and although we exchanged a few words, she remained an enigma to me. She looked somewhat familiar to me initially, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I've spotted her at the games and once at the park, but there was another time too, although I can't recall it clearly. After my birthday, I was enjoying lunch at the café when she unexpectedly walked in. Her gaze, with those striking blue/gray eyes, landed on me and she came over to my table and sat down. 

Out of the blue, a thought popped into my head - could she be the Doctor? Was it possible that he would undergo a transformation into a woman? The idea seemed far-fetched and ridiculous, especially since I had seen her at the park when the Doctor and I were there with our son that one time. Besides, he relies on his Tardis for time travel, not a vortex manipulator like the one she has around her wrist. She took a seat at my table, and we began chatting. Our conversation flowed into the usual subjects, like family and daily life, but then she caught me glancing at her wrist. A sly grin appeared on her face as her piercing eyes met mine. "Do you wondered where I acquired this?" she asked, motioning towards the time vortex manipulator adorning her wrist. I responded, "Where did you manage to find that?"

"I stumbled upon it in a different time and place. Would you like to join me on an adventure? You might stumble upon a similar artifact. It's quite a rare find," she explained, her smile transforming into a slightly mysterious expression. Sensing a hint of unease, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, suspecting that she might have some connection to the elusive Doctor. Politely but firmly, I declined, "No, thank you. I've had enough encounters with time travelers. I'm finished with them. Please convey that message to the Doctor.” She chuckled softly, taking a leisurely sip of her tea. "Rest assured, I will make sure the message reaches him if our paths happen to cross once more," she assured me after a moment of contemplation. Realizing that there was some history between her and the Doctor, I asked her, "How well do you know him?”

 "We did share some pleasant moments together, but we went our separate ways," she responded, pausing to lock eyes with me. "You need not worry, he held no significance in my life," she added with a wry laugh. The mere thought of the Doctor having a romantic connection with this woman stung. My brow furrowed, a mix of disappointment and frustration washing over me. "Could you please leave?" I requested politely. She acquiesced, but before leaving, she grasped my wrist firmly. With an icy, penetrating gaze, she cautioned me, "If you persist in your association with him, he will be your downfall, just like he was for his previous companions." Her chilling warning sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to pull my wrist back abruptly. The woman stood up and walked away with a smirk on her face. Her words shocked me, and it dawned on me that she might have been one of the Doctor's enemies. I hoped she would stay away for good. Six months later, Lana invited me to join her at a bar and grill, hoping to set me up on a double date. "Come on, let's go, you might meet a great guy there," she teased. I sighed and replied, "I'm not so sure."

 "Nope, I won't accept a no," she insisted.

I sighed and replied with a slight eye roll and a shake of my head, “Sure, let's get going.” It wasn't too eventful; a few guys came up to me, but none really caught my attention, much to Lana's dismay. She just wants me to find happiness and believes that finding a boyfriend will help me move on from the Doctor. "Maybe next time," she sighed. A couple of days later, I found myself strolling through the park with my son. Having wrapped up work a bit earlier than usual, I figured it would be nice to walk over to his school and bring him home myself. Luckily, his school is only a quick jaunt from our place. While we were heading back, I spotted an elderly gentleman sitting on a wooden bench, his gaze following us as we walked by. Wearing a pair of stylish sunglasses and boasting salt and pepper colored hair, the man exuded an air of sophistication. His ensemble included a sleek black velvet blazer jacket, a crisp white button-up shirt, black trousers, and polished black leather men's high-top shoes. Despite his eye-catching appearance, I paid him no mind as we journeyed back home together. 

A week later, I ventured to the park alone, immersing myself in the breathtaking Spring landscape adorned with blooming flowers and a palpable sense of romance in the air. Although I often daydreamed about finding love, I remained hesitant to entertain any romantic advances, convinced that my luck in matters of the heart was less than favorable. As I scrolled through my phone, I suddenly felt a presence beside me. Startled, I turned to discover the same man from the park bench the other day seated next to me. Engaging in a conversation, I couldn't help but notice his accent, reminiscent of the Doctor's, though I quickly dismissed the whimsical notion of a Tardis lurking nearby and him being the Doctor. Intrigued by his charm and allure, we decided to get to know each other better. We had been seeing each other for a month before I finally decided to bring him over to my place. When he arrived, my mom and son were already there. He introduced himself as John, but curiously, he never mentioned his last name, something that I realized I should have asked about. Despite my mom's initial reservations about him being too old for me, she seemed happy that I was dating again. Surprisingly, my son also seemed to warm up to him. Following a delightful dinner, John said his farewell, and my son and I began our bedtime routine. Just as we were settling in, my son unexpectedly asked whether the Doctor would come back. I took a moment to rinse my mouth, feeling a weight in my heart, and responded softly, "I don't believe he will, baby." In that instant, I resolved to reveal to him the truth about his biological father, the Doctor, a conversation that would change everything between us. To my surprise, he took the news very well, saying that he had always sensed it. A week passed, and the house was empty when John arrived, prompting me to welcome him inside. "It's just me here," I admitted, my tone slightly uncertain. He responded with a playful smile that lit up his face. Clad in a light blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up in a relaxed manner, he complemented his look with sleek black slacks and shiny black leather shoes. He leaned casually against the door frame; hands tucked into his pockets, and he shot me a flirtatious grin. I stole a shy glance in his direction and managed to smile back, feeling a flutter of excitement. He entered the house. My mom and son had gone with Lana to the nearby mall, and they would be away for some time. We headed upstairs to my room, and that's all I could remember. It took me several months to jog my memory and this is what had happened: 

After welcoming John into my home, we ascended to my bedroom, settling on my bed. It was at that moment when he unveiled his true identity, leaving me utterly dismayed by his deceit. "No," I declared, rising to my feet with my hands on my hips, my lips tightly pursed. "Butterfly, I deeply apologize for my delayed arrival, please forgive me." He should've been forthright about his true self from the start, but he chose otherwise. Initially, I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he persisted, claiming he longed for me and yearned to share his experiences. Well, I ended up in his Tardis. We talked, and he divulged every detail of his journey since his previous departure. Once again, I pardoned him.

I recall engaging in passionate sex in his bedroom. Never had I encountered such fervent ardor since our initial encounter. This Doctor may be older, but he still possesses that insatiable passion I remember. Missionary is one of my preferred positions, but I also relish oral pleasure, particularly the way he performs it. He ravished me on the bathroom sink counter, in the poolroom, and on the floor of the lounge room, engaging in doggie style. That lounge room boasts a minibar. I had never seen it before though; it was a room he never showed me. In his bedroom, I eagerly took control, positioning myself atop him, straddling him with my legs, and engaging in passionate lovemaking. The sight of my well-formed bosoms swaying seductively as I moved and gyrated brought him immense pleasure. Our desires intensified as he effortlessly flipped me onto my back, guiding one of my legs over his strong shoulder, while the other remained enticingly spread wide. With an insatiable hunger, he ravished me with unyielding determination, each forceful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my wet and yearning core, leaving me longing for more. Late one evening, he came to see me while everyone else in the house was fast asleep. It was around 2am and I had just begun to doze off when the unmistakable sound of the Tardis filled my room. I shut my eyes tightly and feigned sleep, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was awake. Despite my efforts, I could hear him moving around in my room, eventually settling down beside me on the bed. “I’m sorry Cherise,” he whispered and softly touched my hair and kissed my cheek. He sat there for a while, then crawled into my bed.

 The next day, the Doctor took me to see the interior of Tinmal Mosque in Tinmel, Morocco. He had brought me there in a romantic gesture, and everything seemed delightful until a strange turn of events unfolded as the woman who had initially approached me at the restaurant made a sudden attempt on my life. She crept up behind me, dressed in early nineteen-hundreds attire, she issued a chilling threat for him to take her along with him in the Tardis.

 With a sinister and cold laugh, she said, “I can’t believe you Doctor, you have a child with this woman. ” she chuckled dryly, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly with a knife at my throat. Her eyes held disdain, and she added, “I've been watching her and her child. I suppose having a family suits you or maybe not. You’re never really around, are you?” She let out a laugh. It became apparent that she was an enemy of the Doctor, a fact he had kept hidden from me until that very moment. As soon as we stepped into the Tardis, she released her grip on me, and the Doctor sprang into action, swiftly disarming her by knocking the knife from her grasp. In that instant, a futuristic pistol seemed to materialize from nowhere, landing right at my feet, likely conjured by the Tardis itself. The Doctor, with urgency in his voice, urged me to grab the weapon and prepare to defend myself as she fought against him, her desperation evident in the struggle. As I hesitated, the Doctor insisted that I fire the weapon, catching the woman off guard. The shot rang out, and she crumpled to the ground. In the wake of the incident, I found myself facing the Doctor, my voice trembling as I asked, “Did I kill her?” A deep sense of worry etched across my face. He responded with a grave shake of his head; his expression serious, “No, you merely incapacitated her,” he clarified. “Cherise, I must leave for a few days, but I promise I will come back,” he reassured me before dropping md off in my room. After a short while, he returned, and we relished the moments we shared together once again. Yet, the shadow of his departure loomed large, driven by the mysterious woman he called the Master. Although I felt a pang of disappointment at his impending departure, I had anticipated it. He told me he has taken care of the Master, and she should not come after me again, I trust his word on that, however if the opportunity arises in the future, I will not be swayed by his excuses, nor will I allow him to re-enter my life. I understand that he may not return, at least not in the same body. "I'm aware, you have other commitments," I interjected, tightening my lips and furrowing my brow. He embraced me tightly, reluctant to leave, and I could sense it. However, he's the Doctor, always on the move, never staying in one place. I sobbed once he departed. I confided in Lana about what had occurred, and she was utterly shocked. "He's a jerk," she sympathized, sharing my pain. "Time will heal, you've been through this before, but can I offer a suggestion?" she paused. "Don't let him back into your life again." I gave a nod, but just because I’m on board doesn’t mean I won’t fall for his charm again. There’s this nagging feeling that my memory loss is tied to him in some way. He somehow wiped my mind clean of the Master and everything that went down, but now that the fog has lifted, I remember it all, and I’m determined not to let it fade again.

8 years Later 

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, 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. I struggled to come up with a reply, and instead, I shifted my position to meet her gaze. Looking into her eyes, a feeling of recognition enveloped me, leading me to blush and offer a gentle smile.

"Oh, it's a baby shower," I managed to say, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air. "My friend is expecting, and she's due to give birth in two months." I wasn't quite sure how to navigate the situation, but there was an undeniable connection between us. It was a strange feeling, being drawn to someone in such a way. Letting out a sigh, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of reluctance to dive into something that might have an inevitable end. As we headed back home after the baby shower, memories flooded my mind. My mom, my son, and I reminisced about the days when Lana used to live nearby, and how much we missed the leisurely walks through the park to her house. Life is ever-changing, and people come and go, forcing us to move forward. Once we arrived home, I prepared for bed, feeling the weight of the day settling in. Soon enough, everyone was fast asleep, me included. Despite the exhaustion, a faint sound caught my attention, but I brushed it off, choosing to ignore it as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sight of a woman sitting on the computer chair beside my bed, her gaze fixed on me. Startled, I blurted out, “How the Hell did you get in here?” The contemplative look in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wondering about the mysterious visitor who had invaded my personal space. “Now, Cherise, don’t be mad okay,” she said as she stood up, and put her hands in her coat pockets, looking a bit embarrassed. As I turned around, my eyes landed on the Tardis sitting in its familiar location, a sight that never ceased to amaze me whenever the Doctor made an appearance. A wave of disbelief washed over me, causing me to shake my head in denial. "This can't be real. How is this even possible?" I whispered to myself, a whirlwind of emotions - shock, frustration, and complete confusion - swirling in my mind. "You regenerated again! How?" Determined to confront the situation head-on, I got out of bed and stood before her, my arms crossed, and my brow furrowed. As she began to explain the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't help but sink back onto my bed, burying my face in my hands in a gesture of disbelief.

 "I never thought I would let you back into my life," I confessed to her, letting out a sigh. "This whole situation is really confusing for me," I paused and asked, "How does it feel to be a woman now?" She comfortingly put her arm around me.

"Butterfly, when I first saw my new face, I was completely bewildered. But over time, I've grown accustomed to it. However, deep down, I still feel a connection to my male identity because my past incarnations have always been a male."  I hesitated before asking, "Have you ever been intimate with another woman? Is that something you're interested in?" She hesitated as well and let out a sigh. "I did share a kiss with one of my new companions, her name is Yaz. But I didn't want to get involved in another relationship like I did in the past. You know how that always ends," she said, her tone solemn. It was clear that she had experienced another loss, possibly with one of her previous companions. We sat there in silence, and I absentmindedly played with the ring in my right hand - a precious gift from my mother on my 25th birthday. It was a gold mother's ring with my son's birthstone and his name engraved on it. Another sigh escaped my lips. Anxious, I swallowed hard, "Why do you keep returning? You should move on and forget about me," I murmured sadly. Tears welled up in my eyes. She embraced me tightly, "No, never. I miss you, you're the only constant in my life. I trust you won't abandon me or face any danger, unlike my other companions," she reassured, planting a kiss on my forehead. 

Suddenly, I recalled the incident with the Master. I reminded her about that incident too. She nodded, "Yeah, it was the Master. I don't believe she'll be coming back, or I should say he. It's complicated dear," she said. She explained everything to me about the Master and who he was. "So, are you really done with time travelers?" she asked, with a coy smile on her face and added, "I certainly hope not. I love being with you.” Looking at me with a tender gaze, she touched my cheek. I hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm not entirely sure." Lana's words echoed in my mind, making me question my own vulnerability. Was it a weakness to give in so easily to him, or now her? As she leaned in to kiss me, I felt a sense of uncertainty. At first, I instinctively pulled back, but she persisted, her lips meeting mine in a gentle and unfamiliar way. It was a stark contrast to the touch of a man that I had only known before. Our eyes locked, filled with affection, as she moved with grace and purpose, hinting that the kiss was just the beginning of something more. 

"You're so beautiful, Cherise. I've missed you," she whispered softly. The sensation of her touch on my lips sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself succumbing to her desires. The Doctor stood up, extending her hand towards me, a silent invitation to embark on a journey that was both thrilling and unknown. "Come, let's venture into the Tardis," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody. I grinned, my pulse quickening in excitement. We headed straight to the bedroom, shedding our clothes and indulging in passionate kisses. 

"I yearn to experience the ecstasy of womanhood with you. You'd be my first," she confessed. I lay back on the bed, my legs draped over her shoulders as she explored my most pussy with her tongue, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't help but acknowledge that she was definitely the Doctor. She had that familiar way about her. My pleasure intensified as she skillfully pleasured me with her fingers, simultaneously teasing my clit with her tongue, lapping up my juices. Every part of me yearned for her to be inside me, but this encounter was unlike any I had experienced before. It was my first time with another woman, and the positions we explored were refreshingly new. "Let's venture into uncharted territory," she whispered, igniting a spark of excitement within me. "But this is a completely new experience for me," I exclaimed, and she let out a soft chuckle. Our bodies intertwined in the Scissors position, our groins grinding against each other with an intense fervor that sent waves of pleasure coursing through us.

 It was an incredible sensation, made even more gratifying by the fact that my flexibility from practicing Pilates and yoga allowed us to explore this position to its fullest. The synchronization of our climaxes was a testament to the passion that consumed us both. As our bodies glistened with sweat, the intensity of our connection only grew stronger. With a playful glint in her eyes, she once again pleasured me with her skilled fingers, driving me to the brink of ecstasy until I reached a shuddering climax. Our moans of pleasure resonated throughout the room. The intensity of our desire led us to engage in 69, and between two women, it was uncharted territory for me but one I enjoy exploring. Our mouths and tongues danced in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fire within us. It was a titillating and beautiful experience, as I discovered the pleasure of giving oral pleasure to a woman for the first time. After our passionate encounters, we sought solace in the inviting warmth of the pool. The water embraced us, heightening the sexual intensity that crackled between us. The pool became a sanctuary where our desires intertwined with the sensuality of the surroundings. Emerging from the water, we found ourselves back in her bed, where she skillfully explored my body, hitting all the right spots - my G-spot, A-spot, C-spot, and P-spot. The pleasure was so intense that passionate cries escaped my lips, echoing the pleasure she had bestowed upon me. In return, I reciprocated, lavishing her with the same level of attention and care. She became my guide, teaching me the art of making love to a woman, and I will forever cherish the moments we shared. After our intense lovemaking, we lay in each other's arms, caressing one another, basking in the warm afterglow of our passion. The connection we had formed transcended the physical, as we reveled in the emotional intimacy that had blossomed between us.

Several days later, I mustered the courage to introduce her to my mother. As I stood before her, I paused for a moment before uttering the words, "Mom, this is...,"

"You're a woman now," my mom interjected, taking a seat on the sofa.

 "So, how does it feel to be a woman?" she asked the Doctor, with a touch of sarcasm as she stared at her. 

"I'm still the same on the inside, and I still prefer women," the Doctor quipped, intertwining our hands and flashing a smile. We sat side by side, my mom observing the affectionate glances exchanged between us, clearly feeling uneasy.

After a brief awkward silence, my son entered the room. "Hey mom, I'm bringing Cindy over later," he announced, glancing at the Doctor, offering a half-hearted wave, and heading upstairs. "Your son has really matured, you'd notice that if you were around more often," my mother remarked with a touch of bitterness in her voice. The Doctor's expression shifted to one of guilt as she listened to my mother's words. 

"Um, mom, I think I need to have a private conversation with the Doctor," I suggested, subtly hinting that I needed some one-on-one time with her. My mother nodded understandingly and made her way upstairs. I rose from my seat and made my way towards the stairs to ensure that my mother had closed the door behind her. Turning back to face the Doctor, I couldn't help but acknowledge the impact of the situation on my mother. "It must have been quite a shock for her, just as it was for me when I first laid eyes on your new appearance," I remarked, trying to empathize with both my mother and the Doctor in that moment. "I can relate, the first time I saw my changed face, I was speechless. But as I started exploring my body," she paused, gently touching her well-shaped breast. "These are amazing," she added playfully, giving me a flirtatious glance. I chuckled, walked back, and sat down beside her. "My parents are divorced," I disclosed. She looked surprised, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Butterfly."

“I believe that her bitterness is still lingering from the divorce," I expressed. 

Curiously, she asked, "How long has it been?"

 "It happened five years ago." In a comforting gesture, she wrapped her arm around me and planted a gentle kiss on my head. I always find solace in the Doctor's embrace, as if I were a child. "Now I understand, she wants you to be happy and she doesn't trust me because I come and go, transforming into a different person each time," she comprehended.

 "Yes, if you continue to come and go, it's difficult for the people around to comprehend. Sometimes, even I struggle to understand," I confessed sincerely, letting out a sigh.

 She nodded understandingly and held me tighter in her arms, releasing a sigh of her own. "Listen, I'll be here for a week, so let's make the most of it.

I'd love to have dinner with you and our son," she proposed. I smiled and nodded in agreement. We ascended the staircase and stepped back into the Tardis, but this time our destination was the vibrant year of 1978! The atmosphere was electric as we found ourselves at a lively disco, where the music pulsed through the air and beckoned us to dance the night away. Of course we were dressed appropriately. The Doctor wore a nice red polyester mid-calf dress with black wedge heels, and I wore a cute red floral polyester mid-calf dress, with brown leather strapped Candie’s heeled shoes. 

The infectious beats of, "I Want Your Love" by the group called, Chic filled the club, setting the perfect backdrop for an unforgettable evening. We grooved to the sounds of the Bee Gees, Heatwave, and Cheryl Lynn, each track adding to the exhilarating vibe. It truly was a night to remember, bursting with joy and rhythm! The following day, dinner went splendidly, and I believe my son could sense that woman sitting next to him is the Doctor. I introduced her as Jane Smith, which seemed amusing at the time. My son and the Doctor got along famously. Two days later, the Doctor and I visited the beach, the very same beach we had been to years ago. "I know how much you love this place, so I thought it would be nice to take you here," she said with a warm smile. However, as her words sank in, a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, casting a shadow on my face. Sensing my change in mood, she gently asked, "What's wrong?" With a heavy sigh, I mustered the courage to share my thoughts. "This was the very last time we were together before everything changed, before you transformed into that other Doctor." The weight of those memories weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and longing. Realizing the impact of her transformation on me, she quickly apologized, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

 "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring up those painful memories..."

Cutting her off mid-sentence, I reassured her, "It's okay, really." But deep down, it wasn't okay at all. The truth was, the first Doctor's departure had shattered me, leaving behind a trail of heartbreak and trauma that took me a considerable amount of time to heal from. Trying to find solace in each other's presence, we continued walking hand in hand along the serene beach. The gentle waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to our shared silence. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues, we found comfort in the beauty of the moment.  Eventually, we made our way back home, our footsteps echoing the bittersweet memories we had just revisited. Though the pain still lingered, being together in that familiar place brought a sense of solace, reminding us of the love and connection we shared. The Doctor extended an invitation for me to accompany her on an adventure to a water planet located in a far-off star system. "I'm in!" I responded enthusiastically. It was one of my final trips with her. Upon reaching the planet Ona, we found ourselves on a mesmerizing blue world that was predominantly covered in water. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing. The planet boasted a bustling station where various alien species coexisted alongside humans. Hand in hand, we strolled through the station, exploring shops and immersing ourselves in the rich history of the planet. Every moment spent together was filled with joy and wonder. Our last days together were truly memorable.

Like the Sands through an Hourglass, 

So are the Days of Our Lives.

I recall sitting down to watch that soap opera alongside my mother, and that was how every episode began. It's funny how true that statement really is. I have faith that the Doctor will make a comeback someday, but the question remains - will I still be patiently waiting; will I still be here for him or her?

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