You and Henry have been inseparable since you were five years old. You met in the children's library and started arguing because no one wanted to give each other a book with myths of Ancient Greece.

Then Henry was hit by a car. You were so worried that you couldn't eat or sleep. You must have spent whole days sitting at his bedside in the hospital and reading Homer to him while he smiled weakly.

Your friendship was accompanied by the fact that you always held hands, he always kissed you on the forehead and always defended you in front of the boys.

Time passed and holding hands was accompanied by warm hugs. And with your touch, Greece has become your common dream.

Your dream has become an apartment in Hampden in the student quarter. Your dream was to take notes in Greek and Latin.

"I'm going to kill Richard. I saw the eyes he was looking at you with," Henry fumed as he took off his tie.