— March, 2012

       Low whistle of wind, getting stronger with each blow. Little droplets of water, sinking below his ears now. Evan continues to hustle on the highway, with his bike. He said he would be home by now- and it was half an hour ago. With a roaring blow, it's chiding to get back.

      Fifteen, seventeen, twenty minutes passed! Evan finally parked his two-wheel vehicle in the same neighbourhood. Poughkeepsie! That's where they live, it's a small town within the distance of thirty from New York City. A lovely environment, where people care more about each other, mostly they store second shops here.

      Evan put the keys in his pocket, coming nearer to the fence-one of his mom's fancy, it will protect them from any danger and a little farming simulator in the corner.

      Great! There are no cars yet, his parents still haven't returned. He opens the door, suddenly two arms encircled in his legs.

     "Orion! What's up, buddy? Hope you haven't given Stella any trouble."

      In the approbation, the little boy only flashed his white teeth at him. "Evan, come here! I got something to show you," saying that he starts to pull Evan in the lodge room.

      The interior of the house is decorated with the classic style-all furnished with glassy circles, a hint of upper class. Orion excitedly shows his project for tomorrow, Evan pretends a fake disgust but later bursts out in laughter, giving in to his little brother's sulky face.

      Later, at dinner time-Dr. Twain Crawford and his wife, Emily Crawford joined them at the table. It's the only time they all sit together. Only the clattering forks and spoons, reverberate in the singing silence. Occasionally Evan has been thrown off with the query about his school life.

      "How's school? You remember, you're in the last year," Twain said in an authority.

        Evan only nods at him. If liberty comes with having will, mayhaps they will probably not have it. His parents are doctors by profession. Dr. Twain Crawford is a man, hard to glance at without blinking twice. With a pensive look, sometimes he's in his high spirits, sometimes he's ready to romp and frolic with his own family.

      "Of course, it's time for putting the steps concisely," his mother added, "I heard that you're getting low in biology."

     Upon hearing that, Evan shrank back at his chair and turned cold. Orion is toying with his food  on the other side, he never understands the intricacies here.

      "Get back to your study. If you need more tutors, then do it," with that note they were dismissed that night.

      Tender, soft petals should caress the soft edges of any kind of relationship. With Evan's parents, no one will notice the broken parts. The colour drained the once moisturised face, Evan runs off in the errand.

      He needs to run! The confined walls only make it harder to breathe for him. The adrenaline rush, exhilarating in his veins. It's pumping, throbbing hard-he runs faster. The pulsing of his inner surface is getting torn out. Finally, his limbs give up and he breathes heavily.

       A ray of sombre light fell upon his figure. He squinted his eyes & looked around in this dark street & confounded, it's coming from the upside windows.

      The Shadow behind the curtains, suddenly go back but he didn't fail to notice the brown locks and dazzling black eyes. He has an amusing glint in his face now, as he runs back to get a shower.

        Tomorrow will be the same whereas he will fake a smile and be the perfect boy!

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