cp; 8. caught in act?

Henry, walked through the crowd of people, keeping a straight face as if nothing was going on inside of him. But his mind was a mess.

Why had he told that young man that he'd like to see more of his sketches? Why did he feel so…. Drawn to him? He didn't know why, and that scared him. The young man's face, his voice, the drawings in the sketchbook that he made, all those things were swirling around in his head, refusing to let him think about anything else. Henry passed by his family, who didn't seem to notice his distant expression as they kept talking to each other. He avoided eye contact with them and just walked past, until he was far away. Then, he sighed, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The memory of the young man, Willam, was still vivid in his mind, and it made his heart clench in an unfamiliar way. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that the young man had woken something in him, something he had thought long gone. Henry walked until he was in a more secluded corner, where no one could see him. He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, trying to gather his thoughts. But the young artist's face kept popping up in his mind, and the look in his eyes, his voice when he talked about his drawings…. It was like a fever in his system, and he couldn't get rid of it. He let out another sigh, opening his eyes and staring into the distance, seeing other people in ship, kids playing, parents and elders talking, everyone seems to have high family, expect some.

He let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his dark red hair in frustration. Why couldn't he get the young man out of his mind?

And just then, Suddenly, a voice behind him jolted him out of his thoughts.

"Henry?"

It was his mother's voice, calling out to him. Henry's heart lurched in a strange way, and his body tensed up. He turned around, plastering on a polite smile.

"Yes, mother?"

He said, trying to sound as casual as possible. His mother was standing a few meters away from him, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"I've been looking for you. Where have you been?" Henry's mother said.

Henry's mind raced for an answer. He had to keep his thoughts and feelings under control, he couldn't let her see how rattled he was.

"I was just… taking a walk. Enjoying the fresh air."

*He replied, the words coming out smoother than he expected. His mother's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't press the matter further.*

"I see. Well, your future fiancé has been asking for you."

Henry's heart clenched at the mention of Katherine, and he didn't felt guilt, he didn't like her.. He had completely forgotten about her but he didn't care.