Lucien was a strange kid to say the least, no one knew a lot about him, not even his own family. His parents had shipped him off to live with his grandparents at a young age, he wasn't necessarily bullied at school but he wasn't popular either. He was just kinda there, not in anyone's way or anything, just existing.

There was one thing he was passionate about though, his sculptures. He would spend hours, even days just locked in his grandparent's old shed in the backyard, sculpting at the marble and chiseled clay until his hands were stained and scratched. Each sculpture was of the same face, same person, every single time without fail. He wasn't sure who it was but at the same time he felt like he knew everything about who it was. He was drawn to it but appalled by it at the same time.

One thing about the human mind, they can not create new faces. Someone out there had to look like the person he was sculpting.

Lucien grabbed his bag this particular morning and made his way to school on his bike. Upon arrival, Lucien already missed the solitude of his workshop, the silent company of those same-faced sculptures that couldn't even talk to him. Lucien sat in class, fighting the boredom and the urge to doze off to sleep. The sound of the teacher introducing a new student snapped his attention back to the front of the class.

His eyes fixed directly into the boy's face. The delicate lips, the deep eyes and the structure was all that of what he would recognize even in his sleep. He had never met this boy, yet felt like he knew everything about him, thus was the boy that had haunted his every thought and influenced his obsessive sculpting. Lucien had seen this boy before, not in real life, but pressed against closed eyelids while he dreamed.

Lucien didn't know the boy, but even without speaking to him, he knew this boy was his. Even if by coincidence.