Guy
Holding the thick portfolio in his weathered hands, Guy sat down and stared proudly down at the author's name.
'Dr. Zosia March'. His daughter. She was the best and most precious person to him in the world. It was definitely fair to say that they they'd had their fair share of ups and downs, but he knew that it wouldn't be soon before the young doctor had forgiven him for what had happened. Finally, Guy had begun to accept that the cancer that had taken his wife, Zosia's mother, away from him too early was not his fault. Everyday, he awoke to a cold, lonely house and there was never anyone to look forward to seeing once he got home, but Guy had slowly allowed himself to grieve instead of fell guilty. When he looked in his daughter's eyes, he recognised the look of sadness and hopelessness in her beautiful eyes, and it physically hurt him to know he could do nothing about it. Leaving Zosia to grieve independently was the hardest thing Guy had ever had to do - every instinct told him to protect Zosia and to never let her go. If she wasn't so determined and strong, he may've succumbed to these urges, but looking down at her ever-growing portfolio of successful surgery examples, he knew she would overcome these emotions.
From his long medical experience, Guy knew mental illness was quite prominent after the death of a loved one, especially if the death in question was traumatic. Therefore, he wasn't surprised to hear of Zosia's bipolar. His own depression and alcohol addiction seemed inevitable to the senior neurosurgeon. Tears welled in his ice blue eyes as he remembered the state he was in after his wife died. It was over 10 years ago but Guy could still remember it like it was yesterday. In his mind, he pictured the disbelief in his daughter's eyes when she first found out about her mother's death; before Guy knew it, her eyes flooded with desolation and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Despite his best efforts, for the next decade, Zosia trod water; any ambitions cut short by her grief, the junior doctor got by and passed her exams easily, but the excitement and passion for everything she used to love was all gone.
Yet nowadays, her eyes shone brighter - in Guy's opinion, she had finally got her spark back. Perhaps she would never be whole again, as when her mother had died, Guy felt like a part of Zosia had died too. The two women were so similar in both their looks and mannerisms, therefore when the cancer killed her, it also killed a part of Zosia. Finally, the senior neurosurgeon felt like he got his beloved daughter back, and he couldn't be happier. Nothing made him prouder that spotting her walking on Darwin, chatting with Ollie and wearing her scrubs, that beautiful smile back on her face.