Chapter One
Origin
Lucas sat by the window on the train, leaning against the glass with his chin resting on his palm, watching the world go by.
His eyes glazed over, his vision out of focus, he saw nothing of the beautiful green landscape, or the vivid colour of the setting sun sinking into the horizon.
His mind was far away.
The only memory I have of my brother, was from when I was a child, the only memory I have of my brother, was on the last day I ever saw him.
Lucas was six years old, standing in the garden before his home, watching his parents argue.
It was a particularly nasty fight this time, and Lucas was scared. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid suddenly. He turned and ran back inside.
His younger brother, four years old, was sitting on the kitchen floor playing with his toys.
Lucas ran to him then, calling out to him. His brother looked alarmed.
Lucas hugged him tightly then, afraid to let him go.
The front door opened and his parents came in.
His mother grabbed him, and his father grabbed his younger brother.
The brothers were pulled apart, Lucas called out to his brother in panic as his younger brother was pulled away from him.
Lucas screamed his name.
His brother way crying.
That was the last time I ever saw him, and now, I’ve come back to my hometown, the town I was born in. I have come back to this place, to find him again. My brother. But I don’t know what he looks like. It’s been thirteen years since I last saw my brother. He would be seventeen now. He was a child last time I saw him. I do not even remember his face.
But I am determined to find him again. All I know is that he is in this town somewhere. Somewhere in this place I am travelling to. But my mother will tell me nothing of him. I don’t even have any pictures of him, not even as a child. My mother…our relationship has not been great over the years. She’s had some troubles, some reason why our family life failed. But I never knew why.
But I don’t care. That is the past.
All I care about, is my brother. I want to find him again. He is the only thing I care about now. I love him, even though to me now, he is nothing but a memory.
I don’t even know his name.
The train journey was several hours.
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