Savior
Ever since that faithful day I have viewed him as nothing more than a servant…
Everything was easier that way...
Why did it have to change…?
"Sebastian, bring me some tea."
"Yes, my lord."
As soon I hear his steps fade I lay my head onto the desk. Why does this pain in my chest keep occurring? I know for certain that I can't love, but why can't I get that damned demon off my mind. I'm so tired; I just want to get some rest.
*knock knock*
"Young Master, your tea is ready."
"Oh, It smells delightful is it Spiced Mandarin?"
"Well done, it is. You are getting better at naming exotic teas Young Master."
I feel as if there is something I'm forgetting to say to him. The air always gets denser when he is in the same room with me. I feel like I'm going to crumble at any possible moment.
"Thank you, for the tea Sebastian."
He looks surprised after I said that. He is surely looking into my soul trying to find an answer for why I had just thanked him. His expression turns into "smile" and he gets real close to my face.
"If I couldn't do that much for my master what kind of butler would I be?"
He bows and leaves the study. I'm left speechless; my cheeks are bright red and my pants became uncomfortably tight. I go to the window and look down at the garden. My cheeks become wet with tears. Why does this have to happen to me? Is it because I sold my soul to a demon. They can't love in the first place so why do I try? I silently let tears fall until I pass out.