“Sometimes I pray inside my head,” he tells me, “I don’t know if I’m praying to god, the universe, myself but I do... I don’t believe in god, not exactly. I don’t believe in that energy bullshit either.” My anxiety begins to grow because I have fallen in love but I don’t know if I’m a true agnostic just yet, never mind an atheist. Sometimes I still like to believe in god. It’s a peaceful feeling to believe we are not alone. But just before I disappear, leaving my body behind next to his, he plays some Nick Cave and brings me right back to him.