Henry was out running in the early hours of the morning.
He wore a black tank top with tight sports shorts of the same colour.

He wasn't happy, but he seemed to be to the fans that asked for a photo or autograph.

After coming back to the house to eat, not that he felt like it but that he needed to, he sat and thought about his girlfriend.
Scratch that, ex-girlfriend.

It hurt to think that she didn't want him.
Sure, she liked him, liked his body.

But he had hopes, plans for the future.

A wish that, in his eyes, would never ever come true.

A wild dream that he couldn't tame...