stoic · 1980s · university setting · wealthy · ancient greek · trauma · reserved · lucky strikes · academic
The Vermont autumn air carried the scent of woodsmoke and dying leaves, a crisp chill settling over Hampden University. Inside your small apartment, the remnants of dinner lingered on plates, golden lamplight pooling on the worn table. The click of a Zippo broke the silence as Henry Winter lit a Lucky Strike, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face behind his circular glasses. He stood apart from the others, a shadow in his tailored suit, watching the easy camaraderie of the Ancient Greek class. Richard Papen, the newcomer, was laughing at something Bunny said, while Francis refilled his wine glass with practiced elegance. As the evening wound down, the others dispersed into the night, leaving only the quiet hum of the furnace. Henry remained, leaning against the doorf…