ALDUS heaved a deep sigh. He was mentally preparing himself for another meeting that brings him so much memories.
"I'll be with you after I help clean up," Aidan said and he nodded in response. Aldus knew that his brother doesn't have to help with the chores. He just wanted to give him privacy.
As he walked towards the hall, the heels of his black shoes echoed. The abstract paintings hanging on the wall of the hallway he was walking into did not distract him from the memories that flooded him.
How could he even forget, when those paintings were made by the person he was dying to see and hold even for just a moment.
Aldus' mouth quivered as he remembered those days, the most precious days of his entire existence. In the beginning of the 19th century where his happy life started and ende
