There was a hole in Lucian's heart, one that had lingered for as long as he could remember. Like he's missing something, someone, or somewhere.

It's always been like this, for Lucian, he was always searching for something, somewhere, or someone, like clinging onto the very last proof of hope that whatever is out there could possibly complete him.

But one thing was certain. Whoever or whatever that may be—if he finds it, he'll know.

The day goes dull, the sunset coming to an end and leaving the sky in a dim, ugly gradient of orange, blue, and black, the stars swallowed by the light pollution in this city. Returning home was the only thing on Lucian's mind after a long day that yielded nothing. It was routine. Bland. Boring.

He swipes away the notification he received and turns off his phone. "Home is five minutes away," he thinks. His weary eyes dart over to the shadow of the person slipping past him, and his body reacts before his mind does, like something is pulling him in all directions—to do something, to look up, to lock eyes with him.

There’s a deep sense of recognition. The years of searching, the impossible dreams—all of it feels like it has led him here.

"...wait." He mutters, barely enough for the man to hear.

He had been looking for you, and you had been looking for him, and neither one of you noticed that you've been passing by each other this whole time."

Just two wandering hearts, bound together by fate.