To understand the why of the matter, we first need to know Henry’s past. To begin, Henry Winter wasn’t in a car accident. Much like all the other assumptions, it was born from another characters lips and not the subjects. Bunny himself says; “I think that’s what it was. don’t know what else it could’ve been.” And in my humble opinion didn’t draw the alternative option as, what is unthinkable is undoable.
No, instead the conclusion I've drown myself to is that he was beaten by his Father to such a degree he was hospitalized.
Henry is a poor driver, even with his precious Julian in the seat right next to him. This is in stark contrast to Camilla and Charles, whose parents were actually in a car accident, and thus get nervous days before travel. Francis too is shown to be anxious particularly when Henry is in the drivers seat, and is so ‘’even in the most propitious of circumstances’’.
Henry can make himself invisible. An odd trait for a man as broad as him, who already is intimidating to those around him. However, he wasn’t always that big, was he? Well, being able to be imperceptible is a survival mechanism for abuse survivors, especially children, which he was indeed once.
He understands Richard in a way you couldn’t without being abused yourself. Richard like himself doesn’t talk about his parents, along with clearly running away from something. The following conversation between the two was extremely telling:
''You’re not very happy where you come from, are you?'' He said I was startled at this Holmes-like deduction. He smiled at my evident discomfiture. ‘’Don’t worry. You hide it very cleverly,’’ he said, going back to his book. Then looked up again. ‘’The others really don’t understand that sort of thing, you know.’’
Henry never smiles at Richard. Hell, Henry likely doesn’t smile often not due to stoicism on his part, but due to the chip in his front tooth. Richard hadn’t understood what Henry was getting at, but to me it’s clear he was trying to comfort him by saying in a light-hearted way ‘’I understand.’’
Henry’s Father was a man who enjoyed having his way, living the high life with money and women. His business wasn’t ‘’quite above board’’ But money shuts people up—Well, it did. Until he got one of his young flings pregnant.
His family was Catholic (Many families were at the time) Meaning having a child outside of wedlock would’ve been unacceptable. He and his soon to be wife would’ve faced social pressure to wed, and thus, did.
After the arranged marriage, his Father wouldn’t have been as free to do as he pleased, along with now being tied down to a child he didn’t want. He’d have been enraged by the injustice of it all, little Henry being the target for this anger as in his eyes it was the boys fault.
Henrys Mother was young and without power, so when her husbands corporal punishment took a scary turn, she had no way of stopping it. Which left Henry’s Father free to do as he wished—Such as beating Henry half-way to deaths doorstep.
Much of Henrys behaviour gets dissociated from that of a regular human. On first read, he’s otherworldly, brittle and mysterious. We see the beauty, but not its second face: the way Henry carries an umbrella to protect his sensitive eyes; the manner in which he dresses closely reflecting that of his Fathers fashion preferences, as he had no one else to build his taste upon.
He grew up with no friends, utterly isolated with only tutors and his Mother for company. From what I can surmise, Henry wouldn’t have actually known how to make friends, as he had no previous interactions or social bonds to draw upon. It adds further depth to how meaningful his friendship with Bunny truly would’ve been. Bunny who is friendly with all sorts and highly socially aware—would’ve noticed Henry’s lack of companionship. Bunny, likely was Henrys first actual friend at Hampton, perhaps, his first in years.
Julian saw Henry’s vulnerability, along with his potential for entertainment. He knew what would happen when he introduced Henry to the idea of a Bacchanal—Of escapism and ascending: However, where Julian described it as rebirth, Henry described it as not being you anymore ''After all. the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great'' The further Henry went on, the more it sounded like a plea for relief from reality and himself.
Suicide becomes the only option when we believe there is non other escape. It’s why it’s particularly common amongst teenagers and young adults, as they struggle to see a future past their intense emotions. Many will have ideations for years and will do as Henry did, self-destruct in a last-ditch effort to create a reason to live.
The substance abuse, the murders, the killing of the first friend he ever had—Bunny was truly pivotal, as he treated Henry as an equal. Julian was the final straw, the last peace of approval and love Henry had in the world. ''I loved him more than my own father'' He said ''I loved him more than anyone in the world.''
Henry no longer saw a way out from his suffering through Julian, so he had tried the last thing he could think of—Which was to die in a way he hopped Julian would see as noble, that would mean praise he wouldn't even be around to receive. I believe that's why he held onto life for as long as he did in his final moments, he was waiting for Julian to come back and love him again.
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(context for non Indo moots)
I cried that night, my brain could not stop remembering you as if you were the only thing that it can process clearly. Your tiny voice, your enthusiastic gestures, everything that I miss in a person. It is true that people tend to miss something when it's not around anymore. My mistakes of neglecting you frequently came from the thought that we would never be separated, whatever happened. But after your disappearance a month ago, life has never been the same.
I cried that night, my tears fell down like I had never cried before. My heart begging for your presence, for your laughter, for your humour. Hence, it was the empty air that greeted me back. The cold air of the space between us, shudder me. My head keep saying, "is it over for us?". I guess it is time to call it a day, to save energy for chasing back your shadow tomorrow.
I cried that night, so I let my intrusive thoughts win. I texted you. Begging. Asking. That cold tone of yours greeted me back.
"It is over for us," my heart said in agony.
I need everyone to go to bookstore and grab this book ASAP.
This book wrecked me in a very great way.
Babel by Rebecca F. Kuang: English and Indonesian translation
“Apa betul yang datang padamu adalah kasih setia tak bertepi, ataukah kesepian yang sedang mengerubungi sanubari waras?” adalah tanyaku yang tak mampu dibisikkan padamu, sehingga aku beralih pada mencari ganggang yang tumbuh liar di sungai-sungai kumuh Jakarta. Betul-lah itu, bahwa aku tak tahan dengan busuknya limbah, tapi aku pun tak lebih tahan untuk hidup tanpa menulis tentangmu barang sehari saja.
Dan inilah aku dan rasa tak sampaiku padamu Sang Bintang kecil yang berkelip terang nun jauh di samudera misteri Bimasakti, sungguhlah berani yang bodoh, bagi lumpur di pinggiran Ciliwung untuk mendamba kejora yang cantiknya kekal beribu tahun.
Berduka-lah aku dan hatiku, seketika merasa seperti debuan aspal proyek yang tak kunjung selesai, terbengkalai dan menyusahkan, hanya bisa mengangakan mulut menerima serpihan batu kerikil yang terlempar ke dalam perut dan bertemu asam lambung.
October 28th 2024
james and oliver - the hero and his sidekick
[𝟮𝟬+ & 𝗧𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀!] Beauty is terror, yet we want to be devoured by it; A devoted Henry Winter defender.
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