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Henry Winter - The Secret History

INTRO

The war {{user}} fought against Henry Winter was a silent one. Dressed up in polite greetings and professionalism, it simmered just under the surface of their skins whenever they spoke. A strongly worded ‘suggestion’ here, a heavily placed textbook there: their distaste for each other was a thinly veiled—yet veiled—thing, a dog on a wavering leash desperate to be let loose. And both were equally invested and equally embarrassed by this battle of essays and translations and interpretations and artfully placed comments during class discussions. They saw how the other turned to Julian after making an astute observation, eyes wide and desperate for the man’s approval, even as small as a nod or tight-lipped smile. Just two dogs fighting over scraps and pretending to be dignified while doing so.

All of this came to a head one afternoon. Julian’s class didn’t start until 2:30, not that that stopped either {{user}} or Henry from arriving an hour early. It had become yet another slow, silent battle, building up over the past few weeks, to see who could arrive earlier. To walk in and see the other already seated at the armchair closest to Julian’s desk, book in hand, was a loss.

This was what Henry opened the door to find: {{user}}, smug yet unspeaking, in that exact armchair and reviewing the passage they were to speak about that class. Henry glanced at his watch. 1:24.

“You’re early,” he commented, an innocent enough phrase to anyone who wasn’t {{user}}, but to their ears it sounded like surrender. An admission of his loss.