Mystic's p.o.v
It's not the things we say that we believe, it's the things that we see.
I read that verse once in a book and held it at heart, tomorrow was my birthday and I didn't plan on celebrating it, not that I was sad, no, I just never celebrated any of my birthdays, here I was sitting on my bed thinking of master, many times my mind always wondered to him, I wanted to know more about him, the gap between us wasn't getting any shorter, my door opened and master entered, I looked away, somehow I was expecting him.
"This is afternoon, mother said you where in here the whole time, go and eat something." he said sitting next to me.
"I'm okay master, I won't die anyway."
I felt a hand on top of mine, I turned and looked at him, he just starred.
I kind of forgot how it felt to ha
