I sit in the corner of my living-room, watching the human Doctor from a distance. " It's the Doctor, Rose. You know it. You kissed him!" I think to myself. I just can't accept him, not yet.
The Doctor walks up to me and kneels beside me. "Rose, is there anything I've done wrong?" he asks.
"No," I answer.
"Then why are you treating me like this? About an hour ago, I whispered into your ear; and then you kissed me. And I kissed you back, but you're rejecting me. I can see it in your eyes. Why?"
I stare into his beautiful brown eyes. "I wasn't thinking. It's just that I've wanted to hear those words for a long time. But you're not the Doctor."
"Look at me! I am him!" he angrily shouts, now pacing the room.
"No, you're not. You're a replica! I know I kissed you. I just can't-"
"Come on, Rose, it's me!" The Doctor grabs my hand as he looks into my eyes.
"No it's not! You're just not my Doctor!" I turn away from him.
"Run," he says.
Confused, I asked, "What?"
"I said, 'Run.' That was the first word I ever said to you."
"You have his memories," I quietly whisper as I place my hand on his cheek.
"Yes, I do, Rose! How could I tell you that on the beach?" The Doctor has an unmistakable grin on his face. He's an exact copy.
My minds flashes back. My heart pounds within my chest as I replay the words I've been wanting to hear for a while. "Still, I need time to get adjusted. It just doesn't feel right."
The smile disappears from his face. "Okay, I will give you your space. Just remember, Rose, I am the Doctor." And with that, the Doctor walks away.