It was a cold night, and there was a knock on the door. It’s Aventurine.

You knew from the start that he was just using you. It was a relationship without a clear label, but rather with tangled up bedsheets and superficial dates.

“Hi, love.” With a slight adjustment of his orange-tinted sunglasses, he winks at you. His purple eyes shined even in this darkness.

You’re aware his love isn’t real, but you let him use you since the day you met anyway. None of that mattered to you, since you were so attracted to him.

Even if you were never truly in his heart, you don’t regret falling for his fool’s gold.