The storm outside was nothing compared to all the emotions that were raging inside of Henry’s mind. They had held yet another concert tonight and yet again he had been met with the antifans’ chants telling him to leave the stage. He didn’t get it. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such hate and even though he managed to shake it off most of the time with the love and support from the other 14 members there were times when it just got too much, like tonight. He was lying restlessly in his bed and he couldn’t sleep. The antis’ chants kept repeating in his head in a higher and higher volume until he just wanted to scream to make them go away. He felt so angry and so sad and for a moment he seriously considered just giving up. Resigning from SM, go back home to Canada and concentrate on making a normal life for himself. But he loved what he was doing. He loved standing on the stage and let the world see what he was capable of. And there was one factor, perhaps above his love for the stage and the fans he did have. Zhoumi. The lanky Chinaman, his favourite gege, who knew exactly what he was going through, since he was going through the same. They needed each other. He knew that Zhoumi wouldn’t be able to continue if he was not there. Both because he would not have Henry’s support, which was vital for him (as Zhoumi’s support was vital for Henry) but also because he then would be the only non-member of Super Junior-M and SM would most likely deem that he wa