Gift from beyond the grave

Staring at that single page, Seth held the book in front of him with a trembling hand. With slow, intentional movements, he placed the journal down onto the desk and took a seat.

Once he was situated in his seat, he didn't delve into the book for answers, he simply continued staring at that single page as if it contained all the secrets of the universe, instead of a single mans name. It wasn't even that uncommon of a name, but it was his teachers name nonetheless.

He hadn't spent much time with his teacher, he had been... busy. Busy with so many things, but even then it had always been in the back of his mind that he would have more time. That he could get around to getting to know him better, to understanding his life before as well as his ambitions for the future. That he would finally get around to asking his name.