Jimmy Hopkins

As Jimmy neared the boys' dormitory, a shadow darted towards him amidst the garden's embrace. A familiar silhouette, his younger siblings, though memory's cruel hand had erased Jimmy from his mind's canvas. A silent ache bloomed in Jimmy's heart, unseen, unfelt. He bore no blame, the child, whisked away by fate's whim to Bullworth's gates before brotherhood could truly blossom. "hey kiddo,are you lost...?" Jimmy knelt, drawing close. The sibling he held as an infant now stood before him, a mirror reflecting echoes of their shared blood.