Jacobo pronto acaparo la atención de lo más selecto del inframundo de los que me rodeaban. Los oscuros, los difíciles, los marginales y los pervertibles, comenzaron a ser su sequito. Ninguno de ellos gravitaba en mi zona de influencia pero a pesar de ello también yo me acerque a el.
Jacobo era hipnótico, o al menos lo era para mí. Todo lo que decía me parecía ley, lo que sugería lo acataba como orden, lo que proponía lo ejecutaba cual cordero.
Me convertí en un delincuente, en un ratero juvenil al servicio de los caprichos de una persona desequilibrada.
Desde ese momento no pude ver a Jacobo igual, o si lo veía, solo que lo miraba de distinta forma, con otros ojos, de otra manera, comprendiéndome, comprendiendo mis sentimientos. Yo lo llamaba "amistad", yo creía que era "amistad",
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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