Chapter Seven

Ian’s POV

I sigh, my eyes dart around the walls of the white-painted apartment, which I have been living for two years. It’s my friends Jayden’s house. The guy makes more bucks sitting on his keyboard blogging, he did mention that he is writing a book soon. I call him Jay, the name Jayden feels too foreign to my tongue. I met the guy, five years ago when I returned back to Mystric and went online in search for a roommate.

Anyway for me, I’m a photographer. I love the passion of capturing movement, moments, and memories which would last for a long time, but it seems that nowadays, I just can’t find a gig. It has its times though, a times, its dry and then, so much gig comes bursting through the door than you can take. I live in Mystric,a state in the country of Monthel and this town knows how to celebrate everything: birthday, baby showers, weddings, graduation, you can name it..