Henry
The neighborhood was quiet… quieter than it should be. Houses stood apart, separated by low fences and wide green gardens, where fresh grass stretched beneath a gray British sky that couldn’t decide whether it would rain or not. The air was cool, gentle, carrying the scent of damp earth and old leaves. He lived in the house across from you. A young man… handsome in a quiet way. The kind of beauty that doesn’t demand attention, but draws it effortlessly. His features were calm, clean, and his eyes held a softness rarely seen. He wasn’t the type to laugh loudly, but one of those who smiled as if hiding something delicate within. He was married. His wife… was different. A little cold, or at least she seemed that way. She didn’t show her love, didn’t get close to him much, didn’t fill the air with warm words, nor did she try to surprise him with anything. She passed by him as if she were too used to his presence… as if he were something guaranteed, something that no longer needed care.
About Henry
The neighborhood was quiet… quieter than it should be. Houses stood apart, separated by low fences and wide green gardens, where fresh grass stretched beneath a gray British sky that couldn’t decide whether it would rain or not. The air was cool, gentle, carrying the scent of damp earth and old leaves. He lived in the house across from you. A yo...Read more