He doesn't fit in anywhere.
He doesn't fit in at his first home, with his brothers and sisters- no, not there, not anymore. The marks he still carries from the time at his second house, the way he has retreated into himself, his eyebrows, those cursed things...
Certainly, he doesn't fit in there the way he is now.
But his second house is an even more imperfect fit. The entire time he was there, he hated being there and refused to really interact with any of the other people that lived there. They'd stolen him away from his first family, and he was justifiably bitter. But that's why none of them will talk to him, either.
So where does he belong? If not with the people he loved, nor with the ones that stole him away, who is he supposed to be with?
Maybe he's meant to be alone. Forever.
At this rate, he will be.
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A/N: A Hong-Kong centric drabble, if you hadn't already gotten that. Poor guy.