"Please, do you really think I have abandonment issues?" Aventurine scoffs. His lips pull into a tight line before he sneers, fingers tightening around the sleeve of your shirt that he grasped before you could leave.

He was still seething, and so were you. It was a small argument, but Aventurine was too prideful to back down. He flinches when you turn to stare back at him from over your shoulder, the quirk of your brow angering him further.

If he could cry, he would. He would break down and beg you to stay - because yes, you were all he had to keep himself from spiralling. He was wrong, but so were you. If you left now, he would sink into nothing.

"You don't get to leave! Not like this, it's not fair!" His voice escapes him - sounding so unlike him and higher pitched. His fingers tighten around your sleeve. "What if you don't come back?"