Can you mend my broken heart?

Holding the picture of Rose close to his chest, Sebastian took a deep breath and then fondly placed the picture back on to his study table.

Then he placed his latest medical report next to her picture and said,

"I couldn't be together with you on our time here, but I hope you will accept me when I go up there with you. Look for me when my time is up here Rose. Look for me before I am sent to hell for all my sins. Look for me, Rose !!!"

"Just look for me !!!"

Saying that Sebastian Walker broke down.

The man who usually broke people down into pieces was actually broken today and not just broken, he was shattered into a thousand pieces.

He was unable to gather himself. Not after the back to back assault, by Conrad and David. But before he could sober himself up, he heard the knock on his door once again.

"What again David?"

Sebastian said and turned back but he found Raymond at the door instead.

"Oh, Raymond !!! What brings you here?"

"Why would you think it was David? Was David here before? "

Raymond asked. His expressions looked all sharp like that of a loan shark which had come to extract for nothing but information.

Regaining his composure Sebastian took a deep breath and channeled his Sebastianess back and said,

"That is none of your business. David is my employee as well, so I do not think I need to answer that."

"Huh..."

Raymond said and smirked.

"Well of course. The Sebastian Walker is not answerable to anyone as far as I understand. God knows why I even dared to ask you that question."

"I am glad that you have realized your folly. So do tell. What brings you here at this odd hour?"

His question interrupted Raymond's quest fro that wooden shelve. From the way, he remembered, it was a dark mahogany wood color finish based, and a three-drawer tall small cabinet. His mother had gotten it crafted from a carpenter who was in acute need of money but was too adamant to take her help for free. So she had asked him to design that piece and in return of it, she had paid more than five times the market value, to help that man out financially.

When she had brought in that not so good looking piece, which didn't go with the interior of their house, Sebastian got it placed in the study room, away from the eyes of people. People who judged people based on their home decor.

But right now the entire room was of Butternut color finish. So he was pretty sure that his dad had dumped away that storage shelve. 

A hint of disappointment was clearly spread on his face.

"Did you inhale poison, Raymond?"

"What?"

"I asked you, why you have come over to my place. Given the equation that we share, I think its highly improbable that you have come over here for a friendly father-son chit-chat."

"You wish Mr. Walker !!! You wish !!!"

Saying that Raymond smirked but then suddenly his gaze fell on the photo frame placed on the table.

"What's that?"

"Why is that here?"

Screamed Raymond at the top of his lungs.

"What do you mean Raymond?"

Sebastian asked all surprised.

"You have no right to have the picture of my mom on your desk. No right. Do you understand that?"

Saying that Raymond stormed towards the study table and picked up the picture of his mom. But he was surprised to see a few almost dried drops of water on the frame. 

"Could it be?"

Raymond thought in his head. But preferred to stay silent.