Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you.

Henry hated sitting in the stuffy office of the local publishing house in St. Louis. After what happened in Hampden, life seemed boring and monotonous.

Until you showed up.

You were as young as he was. You swam around the office like a swan. Fragile, smiling, with wide-open eyes, nymph. For the first time since Camilla, Henry felt something so strong.

Henry knew what kind of coffee you like to drink in the morning, he recognized you by the perfume. He couldn't sleep all night after he heard how enthusiastically you talked about Iliad during your lunch break. You seemed fabulous to him.

He often helped you with translations, he kept memos that you left on his desk. Henry bought a bottle of your perfume and sprayed it on the pillow to hug her at night and inhale the smell.

O can't you see You belong to me.

And when you left the boss's office with tears in his eyes, Henry couldn't stand it. It was beyond his strength. He felt your resentment and pain with every cell of his body.

"What happened?" Henry asked almost in a whisper, sitting down next to you, while everyone else was at lunch.