What Lucien ever wanted was to have a peaceful life, to be left alone, to be ignored...to be free from his misery. He was a ticking time bomb of melancholy. He only has one friend, and is hostile to the rest. But when someone tried to desperately reach out to him, Lucien might find his peace filled days over, or are they starting? (I found this old story, and decided to try and rewrite it. I hope people would enjoy it. I'm putting this up tentatively, hopefully I would continue. Trigger warning by the way.)