he smiled, his face lighting with false joy as he tilted his pale head back and laughed
his blonde curls dancing around his neck, tears of mirth in his stormy eyes
surrounded by friends, cared for by none
ignoring the giggles of the flocking girls
recalling his old life
wanting, longing, dreaming
of his family
alone, but crowded
his name was Pachua Green
and his life was a lie
