Henry stared at the lid of the coffin he made. He lay down within. In a sense, he had died already. His soul traveled to the future, but his past body crumbled into dust.
His master… She always teased him. She believed in her heart that he liked her. In truth, Henry knew his reactions were because of his male body reacting to her irresistible figure.
Henry never had a relationship past their master-disciple relationship. Many men envied him and believed he had already gone through the point of no return with her. Unfortunately, they placed themselves in his foot, not knowing that his heart lacked romance.
Henry never shot back at his master. She did all the teasing, and he received all of it.
As he thought about the past, Henry's heart ached. Just like he predicted, he suffered a sense of loss once more. Where was she buried? He didn't know nor remember.
