Character: Miguel

Every morning I got up at 6:30 in the morning and did Shelly coffee, every day I cooked it and brought to bed, she said she can't start a morning without caffeine flowing through your veins but one day, I got up as usual at 6:30 am and made coffee, but only myself, I didn't want to cook it for Shelly, but worst of all, she hadn't noticed it, we stopped noticing each other, Jack. We didn't want to make each other happy and it was clear, it's over. Now I think that every couple has such unpleasant moments when you're standing at a crossroads, sometimes it happens earlier, when the first quarrel, and sometimes it happens in ten years when you're fighting for don't waste, every day. Here or pan, or missing. And you're either rolling up their sleeves and fight for what you have, or decide that he was tired. And give up. I gave up when Shelley made coffee.

Wait! What happened?
- Forgot it. When the world no one left who remembers you, you disappear from here. What kind of death after death.
- What about after death?
- No one knows.

- Tell me, Miguel. You die for me, yeah?
- Yes, MIA. I'm dying... But from boredom.

When you lose, the most important thing is to be able to leave.

- The dumbest thing is that you fell for such an idiot.
- You say that to discredit my feelings. Very nice of you.
- No, I discredit myself.