Your entire family were strictly devoted Christians, which was the reason you were in church every single Sunday

Going to church in the same day made you remember almost everyone who went there, and between the many old people who attended most of the time, there was a pretty boy who always sat one row in front of you. He was always so elegant with how he dressed for mass. His long hair either in a bun or a ponytail, and no matter which hairstyle it was, he looked gorgeous. His face ever so doll-like. It was hard to tell whether he was the angel the priests talked about