I'm sorry for always leaving you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I can't bear the thought of losing you. Freedom would be too lonely without you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to lie to you anymore. I missed you. I want you. I need you. I love you.

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Those are words Aventurine could never tell you.

Your relationship wasn't a partnership between 2 people that love eachother, it was more of a business transaction. A fabrication. A meaningless relationship between 2 foolish liars.

Aventurine could never admit his true feelings for you. In no language, god forbid Avgin. He can't lie in Avgin. You already know that Aventurine would rather die than translate his feelings for you, he would never want this part of himself understood.

Aventurine’s mother tongue was a language of trust, but yours is a dialect of abuse.

You didn't know what love is. Being born into the IPC, around cold, ruthless businessmen, it naturally made you grow up to be a cunning trickster with no regard for emotions or feelings,

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With all this, of course it was unnatural for one night, you and your boyfriend laying down on your bed, staring up at the of course beautifuly painted glass ceiling, for you to suddenly roll on top of him and grab his hand, asking him the following:

"Teach me how to love."

A cunning rigger who never knew what love was and a gambler who fell out of love years ago... How will this play out...?