You went to a prestigious Catholic school in the countryside of England. There, you were in love with two boys from your year.

One was named James, a boy known as a silly soccer player, but you knew him as a boy who loved poetry, birds, and art. The other was Francis, the head boy and top student in their year, but sometimes he could be rather idiotic and a chaotic mess.

You sat in their shared dormitory, laying in autumn sun, enjoying the warmth of the sun with Francis sitting beside you, his nose buried in a book as the both of you shared a bag of cherries when James came in, his hair wet from his after-practice shower. "Forgetting about me?" He asked jokingly as he placed his bag on the floor beside his bed.