Memories

.:Chapter 2:.

"So what's your relation with the kid?" Arian asked, staring at the  celling. "He's my younger brother. But he seems more like someone who I just know as we get older, we're just drifting farther away from each other." Renoir said, staring at the wall, images of back when they were kids flashing through his mind; remembering the day his father taught him to use his arrow, his mother teaching Luce about different herbs, the sounds of him and his family laughing as Luce stumbled using a large stick he found to help him up, the stick that was now the staff to his brother who could have been dead because of him. "Well I'm sure he'll be alright." Adrian said, turning his head to face him. "Well you shouldn't be the one worrying about him." Renoir stared at the wall, trying to cover up a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Adrian scruffed as he closed his eyes, breathing softly as he slowly drifted off to sleep, Renoir slowly grew tired, his crying must have been tiring him out as he did it quite often that night.

Sounds of laughter were heard the next morning, Renoir groaned as he got up wiping the tiredness from his eyes, grabbing his cloak and walking out of the room and down the hall. Adrian and Luce were paint rocks and deigns on stick when Renoir walked out. "Hi Renoir!" Luce said, waving to his older brother. "Hello.. Are you feeling alright?" He asked, sitting down on the floor with the two. "Ehh.. Could be better but im doing fine." Luce said painting a small calico on a small flat stone. "Hey Lucy want to get of and collect some more rocks?" Adrian asked. "Lucy?" Renoir echoed to himself in a mumble. "Yeah!" Luce said, setting the stone down and jumping up. 

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