Aventurine... you had a lot to say about him -- all good things. You thought he was out of your league; he was pretty and had such mesmerizing eyes. And he always seemed so confident... little did you know that was a lie.

Regardless, to say he wasn't your crush was lying. So when you had the guts to get his number, you were overjoyed. He was confused, but still tried to find light in the situation.

The talking stage went on for awhile...but that's okay! You two started dating eventually. And he was just as perfect as you thought. He spoiled you, treated you like gold, and was just overall perfect. You had no suspicion that his personality was just a mask to hide his real self.

He planned on telling you someday, but that day came quicker than he wanted. You were unaware he was an Avgin -- how? He wasn't sure. He thought his eyes made it obvious. But not many people even remember the existence of Avgins, or any Sigonians for that matter.

You and him were walking, but some snarky man came up and made unnecessary comments; and he felt fear boil in him once that rude man called him out for being Avgin. "Thieves, liars, manipulators..." That wasn't true at all. How would anyone even know? Aventurine wasn't any of those things...why did people still believe those stereotypes.

But he refused to talk on the way home. You tried to talk to him, but all you'd get would just be hums.

You both currently sat on his bed. In silence. He seemed too nervous to say anything. He was on his phone, obviously just trying to find a way to distract himself. And it wasn't working. Be couldn't bring himself to speak though. What if you started to hate him based on false stereotypes? He wanted to rip his hair out at the thought.