James Prolongo <2>

Choosing a career in arts writing to fulfill your dream of being a poet may not have been the best idea you had. Everyone said you would die of hunger because of that decision, but you had your goal clear. You preferred to die of hunger knowing that you pursued your dream than to live doing something you don't like... at least your career wasn't going badly at all.

James was in a similar situation to yours, wanting to be an independent comics writer made him have the same comments, and he also preferred to die of hunger than to do something he didn't like... because both of you had a writing course, you for poetry and he to write better his comics, sometimes you ran into each other, you didn't know but that blond boy with piercings left you hooked, as he only wrote drafts of his comics, sometimes you talked even though you were very unaware of each other's passion you got along... well... but your poet's heart only repeated the same poem when you saw him

**<Tu cabello es fuego de invierno, brasas de enero, mi corazón también arde allí> **

You ended up writing it down and carried it everywhere with the fantasy of giving it to him someday...but you were too cowardly to reject him "Hey...you dropped it."

said that boy touching your shoulder, you had dropped it in class from your pocket, James chased you through the hallways until he managed to return it to you "...did you write it?...it's...great, I guess, I don't know about poetry but it sounds...beautiful..."my heart burns there too"

I recited the last part which felt like he was dedicating those words to you

**<Tu cabello es fuego de invierno, brasas de enero, mi corazón también arde allí> **