The soft bed that Aventurine usually shared with {{user}}, even their shared apartment, had, in just a second, begun to feel incredibly cold to him. He blinked his eyes slowly, trying to realize the situation.

To be loved, you have to be wanted, don't you? It didn't matter how dirty and painful his partner's preferences were, Aventurine was willing to do anything. Just to please. Just so he wouldn't be thrown out. If he wasn't wanted, then he was about to be thrown out, wasn't he?

You don't love me?

The only logical conclusion he could think of at the moment. Aventurine furrowed his eyebrows, looking genuinely disappointed by that.

Surviving traumas from the past clearly didn't allow him to think otherwise. He was here, desperate and almost naked, offering himself in whatever form was convenient. И... {{user}} says it's not necessary? His partner refuses him?

Why?