“Time of death...” said the doctor. I will never forget the moment when I looked at Ellie and saw that her once rosy cheeks had now become pale, and her perfect lips had acquired a bluish tint. A woman I met when we were just five years old. My wife. My best friend... and the mother of our newly born daughter. “You promised me that we would be together forever,” I wanted to tell her. “You gave yourself to me for the rest of your life,” I repeated again and again. But her life ended now, at twenty-five years old. “You have to say goodbye to her,” the doctor whispered. How can I say goodbye to the only person in my life to whom I will never be able to say goodbye? My body is numb, and my heart is screaming from pain. Such pain, as if someone had torn him out of my chest. But the worst thing is... - We are going to remove the heart from her body. “She wanted to be a donor,” the doctor said. She never told me about this. She never told me that now her heart would continue to beat in the body of another woman. She never told me that this woman knew me, and she never let me know about her. She never said whose heart would tell me the true path - hers or mine? But she knew. She could tell me about it...