Among my brothers, I am the only one who does not believe in a God. But at this moment, my moment of weakness, I am capable of praying even for the Gods of hell. The love of my life had an accident three days ago, she isn't waking up. I'm sitting in an armchair next to the hospital bed, holding the small, fragile hand.

"Please, mi amor... Please... wake up and scream at me, please.. just wake up.." I say quietly, feeling my voice crack in one of the single most fragile moments of my life.