Sy was a man who literally had this delicious appeal and majestic atmosphere within 3 meters of his presence, making almost every woman — under the age of fifty and above fourteen — fall head-over-heels for him.

He was not a man of fortitude, however. He was rather tentative around women and would almost always fall into one of those pretty girl's stupid tactics, which were all basically consisted of getting on to his bed, getting his money, getting onto his brother's bed (?), using him for boasting, etc. You get the idea.

There were rare cases when authentic girls were truly in love with him for who he was exempted from all the "outside beauty," but they were mostly too naive to compete against those who wanted Sy for more than his physical being. Though, of all these occurrences, Sy didn't notice anything weird but would rather take the girls' love for granted. He wasn't too appreciative, you see, raised from a rich family and could literally have anything in the world.

No human of an IQ in a normal range would normally doubt Sy's skills in doing businesses and being a cadre in the notorious camp known as the YSS Bivouac Pivot. But, just about four out of five people would demur and be heavily mortified by the fact that Sy, a supposedly intellectual being, was an absolute fool when it came to women's dealing, regardless of the type.

There was once a case in his teenage years (when he was just starting to show his absolute sexual appeal) that involved a dramatically disastrous event surrounding an ignorant sixteen years boy and a snide girl who was only fourteen, but nevertheless utterly attracted to him.

The girl was called the name "Tree" in her high school, an extravagant private school indicating her status as one of the world's richest families.

The moment she saw Sy as a new student entering a college-levelled classroom taught by one of the most eminent professors in the world, Prof. Op, she was drawn to his aura that seemed to contain such a rosy color like the color of love. She was certain there and then that he was her soul-mate.

She thought that such an astute and good-looking man could only be hers.

She was wrong in all sense, but she did deem it as a valuable experience when she looked back as a matured adult twenty years later. Though at that time, her everyday thought was filled with Sy and what she could do to get him.

The sixteen years old Sy was especially stupid and insensible when he easily fell into all the traps set by Tree: the battering eyelashes as if some type of bug was stuck in her eyes, the clinging boobs that were constantly blinking at his bottom part, the undeniable existence of foundation (makeup) but fabricated in her words "I am this white because I'm anemic (oh I'm so weak because I'm anemic you should protect me)."

His best friends, Yo and Mo, were distinctly concerned about his inability to discern Tree's defiantly obvious traps that revealed little, if any, real affections.

At first, Sy politely refused his best friends' claims on Tree's true personality and their demand for him breaking up with her. It was his first relationship, but even himself couldn't tell if it was his stupidity or youngster's love that kept the relationship going for two years. When he looked back, he couldn't find any traces of feelings for her, not even when he re-experienced her confession in his head over and over. He couldn't find that heart-throbbing feeling that Mo had explicitly described to him daily to trigger his grudge. He didn't even know if he felt it in the first place.

"Sy, I just wanted to say that you are the person that I've always wanted to find. In the vast sea of people, I found you. It must be fate. There is a feeling that has no beginning and no end. Still, it has occupied me in the worst way possible — Sy, it is the feeling of missing you, thinking about you, picturing you saying the words that would give me so much joy to drown me in happiness. I love you, Sy."

Tree's raven, black hair oscillated with the wind as sparkles of the remaining sunset fell on her. Her oval, brown eyes displayed a gentle flame. Her face showed two lovely dimples, and even the hair he never thought would look so shiny seemed to flutter in her grace and lively atmosphere as she finished her last word.

"She loves me." That was the only thought that occupied his mind.

Tree walked closer to him with her rosy cheeks and a warm smile. The curvature of her mouth corners was so perfect, her eyes full of youth. Her smile even lingered in his heart long after the confession.

Sy's cold and arrogant eyes appeared to have no focus, his dark eyes full of serenity, his black hair scattered around his ears where a sparkling diamond emitted a soft, blue light. There was always a cold breath around him.

But all of his usual features diminished at the girl's confession.

He couldn't remember any of the rest details but the fact that he agreed. He was still frustrated to this day whether he truly liked her or not.

He was not usually like that. As a boy who paid painstaking attention to details, it was very unlike him to forget fifty percent of what had happened on that day. The only thing he remembered was the smile and his own unusual tenderness, which had never been revealed toward any girl until that moment when the wind brushed Tree's hair off her face just as if he were to do the same.

You could say Sy got the intuition that things between him and Tree were not going to last. In fact, he was half-determined to announce the break up a week after the confession. He felt something was off though he never could truly grasp it, just like he could never truly understand women.

However, unlike the usual, naive rich girls who would always buy their way through problems and in total oblivion to people's real feelings because the only thing keeping them in "friend groups" was plastics, Tree was guile and very good at deception. She was disingenuous to the point that she planned out everything conducive to her goal in exact measures. By exact, she brushed her hair exactly eighteen times, she measured the exact molecules emitted from one spray from flower bomb Swarovski limited edition Neiman Marcus exclusive perfume to make her smell natural and appealing, she controlled her facial expressions in exact ways for boys to feel attracted to her, and etc.

She would do everything to get her way, and that was the same case when she wanted Sy.

Whenever Tree felt the "women's intuition" or "sixth sense" indicating Sy was losing some interest in her, she would put on the face of innocence and cause all kinds of "accidental" incidents to make him feel that she was such a fragile and flimsy little rabbit who needed protection all times. Sy fell for it like someone falling off a plane — bound to hit the ground and die, needless to say, he didn't have a parachute.

That was the story of Sy's first relationship. They didn't end on good terms as Tree gradually grew out of her infatuation and clung onto another man whom she thought was the true soul mate of her life. Sy who?

There were countless other women after Sy's breakup—oh wait, there were countless women even during Sy's relationship. You see, humans have this tendency to desire things that other people own or possess. For example, take a toy: Would you want or destroy a toy that your enemies possess because they make it seem so valuable and worthwhile? Wouldn't you be so grudged after getting the message that you couldn't have it to the point that you would rather they not have it? Would you want it destroyed by then? You see the point.

Nevertheless, Sy was single for twenty years until he first experienced the feeling of wanting someone's attention, wanting someone's love, wanting someone's tenderness, and wanting to protect that person to the point of sacrificing himself.

And that person was Charlotte. They grew up together in the same household but with distinct status. He was the son of the house, and she was the daughter of the butler. They were never meant to be.