Picasso

Cyrus

"Where is he by the way?" I asked as I got to the door. I had been in such a haste that you had forgotten to ask where to find his office.

"The office at the end of the corridor," she said. "If he's not there then you can wait for him here."

"Thank you." A thought crossed my mind just then. "Where's your brother?"

"He's..." She shrugged, trailing off. "I don't know, playing with a group of boys maybe."

I smiled sadly at her and shook my head as I walked out of the room. The aura around her was plain loneliness. I knew it was terrible for her not to be able to talk to her twin about certain things because he was not going to understand.

With one last sigh, I walked down the corridor hastily till I got to a black wooden door. Without knocking, I opened it.

The office was a dimly lit room with dark curtains. A lantern that stood on the table was the only thing providing light for one to see a messy pile of papers and documents everywhere. The smell of old dusty papers and fresh ink