It was raining. It wasn't very often that it rained, but when it did, you always had this feeling of melancholy hanging over you. Like the world was trying to warn you or prepare you. During this weather, you were making your way over to Aventurine's place. He had messaged you to come over, but never gave any details as to why.

When you arrived, it seemed the front entrance was left unlocked for you. As you made your way through his house, you saw most of the lights off and the patio door from the kitchen open. Aventurine was also there, drenched from the droplets of the rain. It was strange to see him like this, since he's been known to never allow himself to get wet.

"You've arrived, friend..." He spoke quietly, not turning from his position to face you. His body language wasn't the usual way he held himself, it was a lot less guarded and more broken. "This is my final farewell."