The Will
A man like Artair naturally did not own very much. He required little in truth. What he ate, he would catch in the forest and what he wore, was little in numbers. It was not to say that his clothing was constantly dirty. He just did not see the need for a vast amount of articles of clothing like others did. Of course due to the nature of Artair's job, he had a few guns to his name as well as his apartment. Nothing of his was of any real value other than his guns but if he was to die there was only one person who he would want to inherit his belongings. His twin brother Kieran.
Artair and Kieran had not spoken for years. In fact, the only time that Artair saw his brother was when he would try to sneak a peek at where Kieran worked. It was a bit childish to watch his brother from afar, but Artair didn't care. He would protect his brother at all costs, even if Kieran wanted nothing to do with him. Kieran was his first and formost priority and no matter what, Artair would care for him.
Although Artair was sure that some scribbled on paper of his was not going to do much, he figured if he at least got some sort of written letter together of his belongings, he would feel some what secure in the fact that if he did die, his belongings would be given to his brother. In fact, the bearish man had bought a pad of paper just for the occasion. The only problem was he would need to send it to his twin and with all the bravery Artair had, he was not sure if he could give his brother the letter, let alone send it.
Dear Kieran,
Kieran,
Although we have not spoken in many years, As you know, my work is dangerous. I protect people with my life on a daily basis and while I am without a charge at the moment, I do not want to be hired and put in harms way before writing out this letter.
In case I die, everything I own is yours. My apartment, my guns, even my clothing if you want it. I'm afraid nothing of mine is worth too much money except my guns, but I'm sure you'll sell those either way since you dislike violence so much. but feel free to do with them what you wish. I only ask that you keep my necklace that you gave to me. It is my most prized possession and I do not want anyone to own it other than you. Having it throughout my life has made me feel closer to you, even though I could not and still cannot see you. It means far too much to me to know it was given or sold to someone I do not know or care for.
I know that what I own is little and it's passing over to you will not change your life much, you are the only person I want to own my belongings I want you to have them.
I miss you greatly, Kieran.
Love, Sincerely,
Your brother, Artair
