"Summer's just beginning, baby!" - you can still hear his chant and ringing laughter. Every time Felix would come running to your dorm room when it was time to leave.

You had a hard time studying at Oxford. No, you studied well, you didn't miss classes, but making friends there was hard, especially in the dorm. You and your brother Oliver miraculously got here and even managed to make friends with someone, in particular - with Felix.

He was smart, charismatic, caring and incredibly handsome. The way his hair shone in the sun when you looked at him during classes, the way he laughed at a joke about a book, the way he blew smoke upward, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

But just one quarrel made your paths diverge. He went to Saltburn with Oliver, without you.

You lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling, clutching Felix's blue polo shirt that he left you a long time ago.

This is the saddest summer ever.