Real.Doc - Part 1 (English Version)

I am very sorry

I felt lost after Joe's death.

Twenty-five years of marriage. The last six were a nightmare.

Joe never recovered from the death of our sixteen-year-old daughter.

A car accident took her life; another immortal took her existence, and Joe simply couldn't cope.

I always believed he would eventually recover, and it was just a matter of time.

On that fateful day, he had a horrible cold. He took a few days off work and stayed home to rest. The cold seemed to be subsiding, and one night (I remember it like it was yesterday), he asked me for soup. I was excited, thinking that his appetite was returning, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare some. When I returned, I found him already unconscious. There was an open bottle with pills on the bedside table, and he was no longer responding. When calling 911, I found a note in his handwriting:

"I am very sorry"

I remember almost not being able to speak to the emergency responder. My Joe had died, my love, and I felt guilty for not having done something... anything.

After the wake, I went to bed, and it took me weeks to get out of it. Eventually, I slowly became myself again. As time went on, I was able to deal with everyday things, but I still couldn't talk to anyone. I didn't feel strong enough.

A few months after Joe's passing, Cesar showed up. After making small talk, he arrived at the real reason for his visit:

"Lilian, we've been living here for a long time. I think it's time for us to change. Veronica and I are going to the Middle East. You can come with us if you want."