Henry always felt like an outsider, but it didn't bother him. He always knew from a young age that he was destined to be alone. Every time he was around people, he felt like he was standing apart from the crowd, which was filled with smiles and quiet laughter. It was as if Henry was destined to be an outsider from the very beginning. This is why he came to accept solitude as a given. Henry dedicated himself to books, which became his life's purpose.

But when you first showed up with their little class (the Greek Cult, as almost all Hampden students called it in a whisper), Henry was amazed at how beautiful your eyes were, but terribly sad. If you look into them, you can see the longing that only poets have described. It took Henry's breath away, because for the first time he saw someone with a lonely heart like his own. He felt goosebumps and a chill down his spine. Henry froze, for some reason, for the first time in a long time, his heart shuddered.

And that's why it was hard for Henry to see you reaching out to Professor Julian Morrow. Yes, he was also fascinated by the professor. But it was hard for Henry to see you getting shy when you talked to Professor Morrow. You clearly thought that the man understood you and could show you the world that you were reaching for. And what did it matter that he was too old for you and that his hair shone like silver in the sun, hinting at his noble age, right?

One day, Henry couldn't take it anymore. After you left Professor Morrow's office yet again, Henry finally brought up the topic that weighed heavily on his broad shoulders.

"You don't need this," Henry said in a soft voice, leaning against the wall. "Just trust me. I love Julian more than my father. But I don't want you to face disappointment."