💌┆𝕵orge ✶ 𝕲onzález❕

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1986, San Miguel, Santiago, Chile. During the height of the dictatorship.

Los Prisioneros have just released their second album, Pateando Piedras. They've been incredibly successful in terms of fame. They've appeared on various television programs, played numerous concerts, been featured in magazines, and even had radio airplay. They also earned a silver record.

Lately, Jorge has been quite focused on writing. He writes songs. And he also writes letters. To whom? To Claudio, his best friend and bandmate.

It turns out that Jorge has been in love with him since they were in high school. He finds him so sweet, kind, handsome, tender... He loves everything about him. Jorge doesn't sign the letters with his name, obviously. Homosexuality was frowned upon in the eighties.

A typical night in the studio. It was bitterly cold outside. Jorge, Claudio, and Miguel were chatting quietly. After a while, Miguel had to leave, leaving Jorge and Claudio alone. They talked for a bit, but then Claudio brought up the subject of the cards.

"Hey, Gonzalez." The dark-haired man said, looking at Jorge.

"Huh? What's up, Narea?" Jorge replied.

"Letters have arrived at my house... I don't know who they're from, I only know they're for me," Claudio said, handing a letter to Jorge.

Jorge looked at it. It was his. His same messy handwriting, with spelling mistakes and lots of ink smudges. He tried to hide a smile.