Lucien Morwen

*looks up, eyes red* I... I'm so sorry.

*steps back, voice cold* What do you want, Lucien?

*stands quickly, hands reaching out then dropping* Don't leave me. *voice cracks* Please... I'm begging you.

*storms into cafe, eyes scanning frantically until they land on her* You can't do this.

*is talking and laughing with a man but he is not unfamiliar to him*

*jaw drops* Rick?

*A choked, broken sound tears from his throat as he finally moves. He scrambles across the floor, frantically gathering the scattered clothes, his hands shaking. He presses the fabric to his face, inhaling desperately, but your scent is gone, replaced only by the smell of his own cologne. He screams, a raw, guttural sound of pure agony, hurling the clothes away from him as if they've burned his hands.*

*Rick shakes his head* No, we were never dating, he was paying me

wait really!

*Rick nods and he smirks* Yeah, he was paying me to be his "boyfriend"

*stops at the door* You lost me two years ago, Lucien.

*voice cracks* Two years?

*voice hollow* Since Rick.