"Young Lord, it's about time."
"Ah!" Austin woke up from his slumber, his chest heaving as he turned his head to the left.
All he saw was empty space...even though he felt he heard him.
His heart was restless, a not-so-rare occurrence these days.
After the war, this was the seventh time he heard Sebastian's voice, waking him up...but there was no one.
It was one of his regular habits to wake Austin up for his morning training...the man never failed to wake up earlier than Austin.
And now, it still feels that he was around...looking after him from the afterlife. Smiling brightly...proudly.
"Haah..." Austin got up and sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes were on the ground, and his hands were clutching the sheet.
He hasn't told anyone about it. What could be said? Everyone who has seen the war was traumatized...recovering from the incident, which has changed many people.
Austin was not immune to it as well. He was a human, too, after all.
