Forty-two

Lucien sat in his office, his eyes trailing the slow movement of his brother walking around the room. His hands caressed the ornaments and books on the shelf not saying a word.

"What are you doing here?" he grew impatient with every silence.

"Mother sent me here" he started. Lucien groaned, throwing his head back. Not again.

He rubbed his hands on his brows responding in a stressed tone "I thought we already had this conversation," Lucien said

"That was five years ago. And you walked out on that conversation." His brother pointed out as he kept walking around.

"And my conclusion still stays the same." He replied adamantly. Nothing was going to change my mind. Lucien thought to himself.

His brother nodded, lips pressed in a tight line.

"You know your leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me. Can't say I want you to come back" he explained, "But you know how she is always adamant." He gripped his fist tightly looking away in a daze.