1 intro.

Liel never cared about such things.

Faces and bodies were irrelevant to him.

Only identity mattered. And liel being as young as he is always gets raged each time he doesn't even recognize who he is.

All his life, he had been told that he alongside his older sister was an orphan. Today, this fact has been proven wrong. Liel had a mother, one who is currently far away from home, one that wouldn't recognize him.

Today too, liel walking along the corridor of the hospital, tracing the life that his mom might have had all this time. Trying to remembering all the accumulated past or the one time he went here according to his sister. Wishing he could be included in a little bit of the space.

A useless task, for he had been grow up and it was already a decade since his mother was sent here.

Being young and full of rage, all i've ever wanted was for me to find my purpose and that couldnt be happening if i dont ever know my identity as one.

And before me, lay the very wish i ever want.

His mom is well. Apparently, she couldn't recognize anyone. Also apparently, she gets quite aggressive after seeing Liel's facade outside the window. What a sad sight.

His mother has many faint lines on her forehead, her cheeks aren't as plump as they should be, cheekbones could easily be detected, nor orbs that shine until it doesn't.

Once again, appearances mean nothing to him.

But when he looked inside the window, he saw his resemblance to his mother. He looked a lot like her, same green eyes, just not hollow enough.

He just wasn't as expressive as she is, judging from the stare he got since she fall her eyes on me. Not in appearance. Not in every other thing.

Nowadays he doesn't like to stare at his own reflection because he saw her, he looked exactly like a more steady version of his mother.

Except sometimes steady never do him a good thing.

He doesn't like to look at his reflection, because it remind him of what he lacked, of what he could have been.

There was no beauty in it. And once again, appearance mean nothing to him.

Nevertheless he always wonder if someday he could stand and stare at his own image while being proud of how far he have come, despite all the weight that lingering as some shackles around his ankles.

Though for now, liel put all of his frustration of not being able to get inside and greeting the one he missed, inside the pressure of his fist.

Liel go home without achieving anything, but coming down to the idea of how he should have been and its destroyed him.

Li Yuan Yang, just someone who was barely getting by.