He had wanted this since he was fourteen. As a teenager, he watched his peers fall in love, talk about it, smile. And he wanted it too. He wanted it. But it was just a whim, because no matter how much he wanted it, he couldn't fall in love with anyone. It even got to the point where he forced himself, but he really couldn't do anything about it. He tried to ignore this feeling, thinking that it would pass with time. In an attempt to distract himself, he began to draw, read, write poetry to release his emotions, but it was all not it. Now he is seventeen years old, he has given up everything. But instead he began to take an interest in clay modeling, and then sculpture. This is where he found himself. It took him some time to perfect it, because he already had a plan for what to do next.

In the morning he went to classes, and after he returned, he spent time until late at night in a rented workshop, where he began to slowly form a man from stone. His ideal. A person he will truly love. Definitely love. After all, he put his whole soul into these tools, into this obsidian from which he formed man, from the stone that he considered the best for this. He spent his nights there, with dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, his hands all covered in calluses and scratches. Sometimes he passed out there and even the clatter of tools falling out of his hands or the impact of his body on the floor as he fell from the couch, did not encourage him to stop. It took him over a year before he finished it. Before he created with his own hands a person he could truly love. That's how it started. A sick love for an inanimate object. This had been going on for five years. First he would come home from university, then from work, and go straight to the statue.

The dark room was illuminated by light when Vincen pressed the switch. In the center of the room stood a human-sized silhouette covered with a white cloth. He came closer and picked up the edge of the white cloth. After a few seconds of hesitation, he tore it off with a jerk and let it fall to the floor. A beautiful sculpture of smooth dark stone appeared before his eyes. Obsidian really suited it.

Vincen's breath caught every time those empty eyes looked at him. It seemed as if they really saw him. Were alive. He took a shaky breath and swallowed the lump in his throat. His hand moved and rested on the sculpture's cool cheek. He ran his fingers gently over the smooth surface and sighed. He lowered his head onto the equally cold shoulder of the statue and closed his eyes. He didn't know how long this would go on.

The jewelry store was bright. The lamps illuminated the room well with a cold light, and sunlight also came through the windows. This often made Vincen frown. He spent five days here, working nine hours a day and wondering if the owner wanted to blind him. The shop windows were also illuminated, and the decorations shimmered brightly.

There were quite a lot of buyers from the morning, so Vincen was more tired. Closer to the evening, people appeared rarely, and did not buy anything, but simply consulted. Vincen went away to have a coffee, and at the same time took some disinfectant and a napkin to wipe the glass on the display case from fingerprints. He put down his coffee cup and thought, carefully wiping the glass. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to the sculpture that was waiting for him there. While thinking about this, he subconsciously heard the soft ringing of the door, indicating that another customer had arrived, but he did not raise his head. After being called for the fourth time, Vincen jerked and quickly raised his head. He wanted to apologize, but he froze again, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

In front of him stood his sculpture. More precisely, a man whom he himself had created. In front of him stood a guy who looked exactly like his statue, the only difference was that he was alive. Real. The same facial features, the same height and build, the same voice he imagined. Is he delirious? Has he worked so hard and yearned for the sculpture that he is now imagining it?

"Young man, how much longer?" he spoke impatiently, waving his hand in front of Vincen's face. "I'm in a hurry and I need to make a purchase! If you can't sell me the product, then I'm leaving."

Vincen came to his senses again. On the second try, he found his voice. "Excuse me... What would you like to buy?"

He spoke automatically, still looking at him. He looked better in life than in stone. He was beautiful.