Visiting Dane Silverback

Ronan's memory about the day remained vivid even after a long time had passed.

He still remembered what a great summer day it was. Not too hot and not too dry. It was a good day for a picnic. Or a date.

He never thought that it would turn into something else instead.

Something so devastating.

"Breakup? But why?"

The eighteen-year-old Ronan Silverback back then could barely believe his ears.

"Why, Lulu, why?" 

He grabbed the youth in front of him and shook his shoulders in exasperation. 

Lucien's expression was so cold, devoid of the slightest emotion. His lips were pulled into a thin, hard line.

In the few weeks that they spent together as a couple -- no, even before they started dating -- Ronan had never seen Lucien look at him like that. As if Ronan was a nuisance. As if Lucien could not wait to be done with him.