To be honest, I was never the most religious person I knew. After all, I believed that the only one who could forge his future was oneself, not a so-called God that nobody knew if it really existed. Even when my parents, who were very believing Christians, told me all the time that one day God would punish me for my words, I laughed.

Who cares anyway ?

I have nothing, I fear nothing, not even death itself. I would gladly receive death if it with it my suffering could finally end. That's what I used to think...until I met her.

Yes, her.

Most people say that the person they love is special, but she wasn't, she was a simple and ordinary person, as any other.

And yet for me she was unique.

When she was happy, I was happy, if she cried, I was always there to comfort her, if she felt lonely I was always by her side. Regardless of the situation, we always support each other. And despite the hard times we had after running away together, she never left my side.

"...Together, always..."

Those were her words.

However, now...