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Chapter I: The Arrival.

This story is written for Leighsmanor’s purposes and only fictional. Any resemblance to real names, events, or places is purely coincidental. The whole plot has no correlation with the muse.

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Nights on the streets feel different when you're young. It’s not the usual time for kids to be wandering around. Most would be at home, doing homework or playing with their toys and siblings. But for him, the streets were something new, something he hoped might turn into a good memory.

It was cold that day. The chill crept through his coat as he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. But it didn’t feel too bad because his brother was there. They sat close on a bench, his brother reading aloud from a crumpled magazine he found nearby. They huddled together, sharing warmth and maybe… promises neither of them knew how to keep.

“You haven’t eat anything.. right?” his brother asked, in the middle of him babbling about the story. “Stay here, I’ll buy you something. Bread and.. chocolate milk, your favorite.” he said as he stood up. It was supposed to be another regular day in a park at Osan. The wind shivers cold and the sky looks heavy with the threat of rain that would come in a few minutes. But his brother's voice was steady, like it always was. There was no hint that those would be the last word he'd ever hear from him.

He waited. Minutes turns into hours and finally blurred into days. No one looks twice at a kid left behind in the park, his small head turning back and forth as he searched for a familiar face. Some nights, he found a place in a shelter— just long enough to rest before they moved him along. Other nights, he curled up on a bench outside a closed mart near the park, watching the city lights blur through his tears.

At first, he believed, really believed, that his brother would come back. Maybe he got lost.. or maybe he found their parents and would return with good news. He clung to that thought like it was the only thing keeping him breathing until the police finally found him, sitting alone in the park for hours. He didn’t cry when they asked him questions. He didn’t flinch when they said they would take him somewhere safe. By then, part of him already knew the truth. His brother wasn’t coming back.

He was five years old when he first arrived at the orphanage. The old woman who ran the place had warm eyes and a soft voice. Everyone called her Grandma, so he did too. Living there was never bad for him. He gained siblings— other kids to play cars with, to read books beside, to share whispered secrets and scary stories late at night. The house was never quiet. It echoed with laughter, bickering, and the sound of small feet pattering across the floor. In many ways, it was good. It was enough. Most of the time.

But sometimes, when no one was watching, he would glance at the windows. Every time Grandma welcomed a new face through the door, he would sneak a look, hoping it would be his brother or maybe if the universe was kind enough.. his brother with their parents. But they never came.

By the time he turned eleven, he stopped looking.

He told himself he didn’t care anymore. Not about his brother, not about their parents, not about the childhood he lost in that park. But late at night, the same question always returned. Was I not worth staying for?

That thought lingered in his mind for years. Every time someone new came into his life, he couldn't help but think they would only stay for a while. Sooner or later, they would leave—just like his brother did. That fear kept him distant, always holding people at arm’s length. After all, the more people you let in, the bigger the ache when they leave. So, he figured it was easier to stay alone.

But everything changed at one random night.

It was at a debate competition in Bergen. After the final round, all the participants were invited to a party to celebrate the event. That’s where he met Alyson and Atlas. They were easy to talk to— warm, familiar in a way that tugged at something deep inside him. Hours slipped by as they laughed and shared stories. For the first time in a long while, it felt like he belonged. It reminded him of the way things used to feel with his brother. Comforting, safe, like a home.

By the end of the night, just as the music started to fade, Alyson handed him an envelope. "A little gift," she said with a smile. "For working so hard and making it to the grand final. Open it later."

When he finally did, he found an invitation inside. An invitation to be part of something bigger—a group, a family.

The Leighs.

He froze.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. The idea that someone, no, people— wanted him to be part of a family felt unreal. It was something he always longed for but never thought he’d have. After years of being left behind, he stopped hoping. But here it was, in his hands. An opportunity to belong, to have people who might stay.

And yet, hesitation crept in.

What if they changed their minds? What if he wasn’t good enough? What if they left, too? The familiar fear stirred in his chest, whispering that it was safer to stay where he was. Alone, untouched by the pain of losing anyone else.

But then, another thought broke through. What if this was his chance? What if he let it slip away and never found anything like it again? Could he really turn his back on the possibility of having someone, a family, of not being alone anymore?

He made up his mind.

When he’s back to Osan, he would tell Grandma. He would tell her that he was leaving, that he was going to Scotland. And for the first time in a long while, the thought didn’t scare him at all.

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weight-in-gold · 9 months ago

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