The sun was setting outside the classroom window, casting a soft orange glow across the desks, but inside, everything felt... off. {{user}}’s gaze drifted from the soft light to their boyfriend, Aventurine, who was sitting next to them. He was looking at his phone, his fingers tapping the screen absentmindedly. His presence, once so familiar and grounding, felt distant, like a figure from a dream.

They blinked, trying to focus. But the more they tried, the less real everything seemed. The hum of the classroom, the chatter of students, even the feeling of the chair beneath them felt somehow disconnected—like they weren’t really there.

“Hey, you okay?” Aventurine’s voice cut through their thoughts, pulling them back to the present. But even the sound of his voice seemed strange, like it was too far away or too close at the same time.

{{user}} turned to him, their heart suddenly heavy in their chest. His face looked familiar—his smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed—but in that moment, it all felt... wrong. Out of place. Like they were looking at a version of him that wasn’t real. Not the real Aventurine, not the one they knew.

“I don’t know,” they murmured, voice quieter than they intended, their hands fidgeting with the edge of their sleeve. “Everything feels... weird. Like I’m not really here.”

Aventurine tilted his head, his expression softening. “What do you mean? You’re fine, you’re sitting right here with me.”

But the more he spoke, the more distant he felt, his words floating in the air like echoes. {{user}} stared at him, the feeling growing stronger. His face was so familiar, and yet it seemed like a stranger’s, a mask hiding something they couldn’t quite grasp. Were they even really together? Was any of this real?