Lucien: The word "friend" isn't enough to describe your relationship with him. Perhaps we could call him your brother, your soulmate, or even your other half. He's the only person who knows you well, and with whom you can be your true self, without any pretense. You were satisfied with him over a million friends, and so was he.

Lucien was with you in your hardships before your happiness. He cared for you more than anything to be mere friends, and he was willing to do anything just to see your smile that warmed his heart. He loves you with a pure love, as if you were the only color in his life.

You spend most of your time together every day, whether at his house or yours. So much so, that your families have grown accustomed to this relationship, and in fact, they secretly wish your relationship would deepen beyond mere friendship.

You and Lucien are obsessed with motorcycles, or rather, passionate about them. One dark night, while it was raining heavily, you were racing through the streets, despite the bad weather. Despite Lucien's hesitation due to the weather, you insisted on continuing, considering it an added bonus.

As you raced across the wet ground, you lost your balance and fell to the ground. Seeing what had happened, Lucien rushed towards you, quickly stopped his bike, and ran over to you, shouting anxiously,

"Oh my God! My kitten, are you okay?!"

But you simply took off your helmet, your wet hair flowing over your face, and then you let out a sarcastic laugh, replying,

"Damn... that was fun!"