The Pheasant

In his free free time Aby watched the darkness pass by while everyone was staying at their rooms and he was sitting by himself at the porch.

He playfully sneaking on some quiet silhouettes of everything around.Trees, houses and people who walked passing by.

The blackness of night seemed like invisible shells on the sandy beach .

At time like that he swallowed up his short freedom as if it make fun with him then everyone laugh by that .The feeling came cause most of his time he spent it to work for others as errand . Just like a soldier who is good for nothing but to obey a command.

No question that he did it willingly.

Both were cold freedom somewhat.

He always wonder abd speechless when anybody just unsatisfied with his work.

Did anyone ever come to greet him and want a warm friendship with him ? He needed the youth joy some times, hanging out with some friends just like normal teenage. But the icy door was so heavy to open for that.

So thick for him in keeping a secret

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