Eric Carmen–Hungry eyes.

Henry Winter was proud of his self-control and willpower. It was never a problem for him to control his feelings and emotional outbursts. Every day, he tried to sort out all his emotions inside himself, and he got really angry when he didn't understand what he was feeling or how to get rid of an obsession. Today was one such day.

Henry was already thirty years old when he started teaching Greek at Yale. Being a young professor was prestigious. His colleagues respected him. But something was missing, something was lacking for Henry. A feeling of emptiness constantly haunted him. His loneliness always followed him like a shadow.

But one autumn day, he saw you and felt a strange pang in his heart. That's why he learned more about you through a professor from the philosophy department he was good friends with. You were twenty-six years old and had recently completed your PhD, and you were now working as a teaching assistant to your professor from the French department. You loved black coffee with no sugar and smoked cigarettes with cherry capsules. You loved black sweaters and high-heeled shoes. Henry liked that you were real. He remembered your smile with a sinking heart, the day he helped you bring books from the library to your office.

But Henry hated the French professor whose assistant you were. Henry saw how this man shamelessly took advantage of his role as a mentor and wormed his way into your trust. Henry went crazy when he saw this disgusting professor putting his arm around your shoulders in the hall.

Didn't you see Henry watching you? Didn't you see his hungry eyes? Wasn't every gesture of his nothing compared to that disgusting man? Henry didn't know what to do.

One day, you and he were standing outside smoking. Henry loved those moments.