Empty, cold, and alone....Xia dazedly watched the empty walls. There was no one to keep him company here. He was safe inside the space, but every second he spent in it he couldn't help but remember his master.
He rolled over and let his hands hang down. "Master.... why did you lave so soon? Is it because of me? Is it because I was a bad student," he sobbed softly.
His tears rolled down his cheeks onto the sparkly clean floor. Like little dew drops, it got soaked in without any trace left behind. "I couldn't help you at all master...." Xia cried aloud.
Day or night he did not know, but time passed on without him being aware. He laid on the bed unmoving, watching the familiar ceiling. After a while his stomach ached all of a sudden.
He rolled over, hugging himself close. "Long....I'm hurt and sad, where are you?" he whispered sadly.