Prologue

I am Heart Fortalejo. And the most important thing to me besides writing stories and novels is my drawing.

Drawing. Drawing.

And… hmm… what else? Hays.

It's just drawing.

But when I was only 15 years old, there was something important to me and that’s him! (but he's human)

I know! Shut up, Heart in my brain! This is my story!

(Hays. Yes. I'll be quiet)

That's right. When I was 15 years old, he was the most important to me. Who is he? Well, that's …

“Heart! What are you doing? I've been calling your name! ”

“I’m sorry,‘ Mom!”

I immediately ran to Mama and left my drawing to follow her instructions. “Take it to Lovell. His Dad sent it. ” My previously withered vegetable body was revived when I found out that I was going to Lovell.

“It's mine! I'll take care of it. Bye, Mom!” I quickly disappeared from Mama's sight together with the food sent and a brown envelope from Lovell’s Dad.

Just like I said before, I was talking about him earlier... Lovell was the one I referred to as important to me when I was just 15.

You wonder why? Here it is, I will tell you everything.