We were alike in so many ways .The color of our eyes , the way we laughed and the blood that ran through our veins .James was and still is the other side to my coin

The Harrington brothers we were know by .Their fathers sons set to inherit his estate and fortune .For my brother James this was something to live up to a title he most willingly would step into once our father passed on and the will was read .He was the eldest of us both and was first inline to the Harrington fortune as it was suppose to be .Many asked if I felt jealousy towards my brother what with him getting all the money and the house we grew up in but I’ve never cared for materialistic things and the house always had a draft to it no matter how many fires you lit .No my future I had planned.

I would find a cottage not to far from the estate to be able to help and support my brother when his time did come for him to be head Harrington .It would be small with thousands of photos on the walls and a farm for me to plant and harvest .Yes that was how my life was planned maybe further down that plan a wife and children if I was so blessed .However I suppose fait had other plans for me .

September 5th are father passed on .Although are father had not been the most caring or empathetic man I still felt a little twinge in my heart knowing someone who had been a pillar in your life was gone .A letter arrived a few hours later declaring I was to join my brother in the village town hall where my fathers will was to be read .

The paper was thick and cream coloured with swirls of ink scribbled all over it .

“ This is the will of the late George Herrington to be read to his two sons James Herrington and Arthur Herrington “

My hands gripped the chair .I knew of course what it would say but my heart raced .

“ For the Herrington Estate and surrounding land “

This was it , this was the moment my father truly became dead and my brother became the head of the family .

“I leave to my youngest son Arthur in the hopes he will revive and restore the estate “

It was like I had been shot .I was to inherit and become the head of the estate .Me the youngest of the sons .”I turned to my brother his face was pale he refused to meet my gaze .

“ To my eldest son James Herrington I leave a portion of my fortune “

We walked out of the town hall the wooden doors swinging shut behind us .Like the doors to are past lives they shut and locked never to be revisited .We couldn’t look at eachother let alone talk .A thousand words floated in the air between us .I knew something was afoot my father was an man of intelligence his actions always had a plan behind them so there must be a reason for the change in his will .A reason so big it meant cutting my brother off from his inheriting the estate . I turned then to face him and saw for reasons still unclear to me a smile spread his face .

“Brother “ he said to me .His eyes the picture of pure joy

“ I’m finally free “