Pain. Betrayal. The shattering of dreams. He had always relished the sweetness each one brought. Their sweetness reminded him red berries on a warm summer day. And the silver-haired hanyou had always been his favourite to play with.

Then the inevitable happened. His toy had broken, falling from grace like some badly bruised angel. It hadn't even been his doing, either. He never expected for that to happen, never expected to feel the loss as keenly as he did . . . never expected the pain that had come like an arrow through the heart.

He never expected to say goodbye to the young prince who had inexplicably stolen his heart.