In an endless dark void without any visible light, a memory comes to her, a memory of a not so distant past, maybe 3 or 4 years ago.
A man in front of her eyes, a man of about 61 years old who stares into her eyes with a firm but serious expression, his eyes looking at her through the thick glass glasses, his beard not very defined and his hair stained white by the gray mixed in his black hair.
-Emotions are a sea of contradictions, and they can lead you to make the wrong decisions.
Said the man with a look full of expectation but also seriousness without taking his eyes off her.
-Dad? ..... -was what came out of Rin's lips in a trembling way.
The words echoed in that vast and desolate emptiness, dark only illuminated by the memory that lives in her own flesh.
Some years ago she heard those same words...they were a reminder of all the events that had transpired in her life....exactly after she had married.
-I'm sorry.
-A soft wail comes from her sobbing throat, some tears bathe her cheeks with drops that roll down to her chin.
Why is he apologizing?
Has she been guilty of something?
-I'm so sorry daddy...if I had listened to you.....Would everything have been different.
Maybe.....Would I be happy now? If I had listened to your words at the time and used them....
would I never have been in this kind of situation?
The memory was already paralyzed in front of her, but her thoughts did not cease, giving her a thousand turns to those doubts she had, the regret for something that happened and she could not fix.
Tiigh, tiigh, tiigh".
A constant and annoying beeping sound began to echo, seeming to be very close to her.
That space that was all emptiness and darkness slowly turns to a faint white light little by little, until she opens her eyes.
She is no longer dreaming, but her eyes are still covered with tears.
She sat on the bed and while she carved her eyes softly and steadily until she regained full sight and saw everything clearly.
-The sound was the alarm that brought her out of her sleep, her hand wandered to the button and turned it off and then she saw the time.
-7:30 a.m. .... hell... -She mumbles before raising her hands and running her fingertips over her temples to try to soothe the headache that threatens to break her head in two.
He gets out of bed with a sluggish step but heads to the bathroom, takes a quick shower and goes back to his room again, putting on his naked body some comfortable underwear for the day ahead.
He put on a white shirt his sleeves with a small black line horizontally, he fastened the buttons making his chest look a little bigger and tighter, on the bottom a pair of navy colored trousers something tight but that was comfortable enough and not flashy so as not to attract the attention of onlookers.
And a pair of black shoes, she takes her purse a small bag with her belongings' that she always carries with her wherever she goes and steps out of her home to go to work.
-I hope today is a great day.
-I sigh to the sky hoping that her prayer will be heard and nothing strange or irregular will happen today.