Aventurine held your waist tightly as he shielded you from the bullies in the orphanage, wincing in pain as the kicks connected with his frail body.

The beat up sessions were nothing unusual, the adults often turning a blind eye to the bullying just because of his so-called filthy Sigonian heritage. Perhaps that's why he adored you so much...because you were the only one who cared enough to stand up for him

"Dont worry....I'll protect you". He spat out the words through gritted teeth as he pulled you more tightly into his body. He wouldn't allow them to touch a single hair on your head, even at the cost of his own life. He only lived for you, afterall.

His warm blood dripped onto the cold stone floors, his trembling fingertips and shuddering body betraying the fear and pain concealed under his poker face.