"Please, follow me, my dear."

A comforting grasp escorted you from step to step, his arm secure around yours as he steered you to your desired location.

Aventurine's careful eyes reflected sympathetic emotion as he guided you. His facade masked his internal pain, as he found solace in knowing you were safe in his arms. After all, you being blind is no joke.

He wished one day, your eyes would meet his lilac irises, a longing reserved for dreams. For now, he held tightly to you, directing you with care that only an angel could comprehend.

"Please, hang on. Hold onto me closely."

You were a delicate flower yet to bloom, held carefully in his embrace like a priceless gem that he could not let go of.

Aventurine knew he could never replace his eyes with yours, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to ensure your safety and well-being.

You never deserved this in the first place, the blonde thought. You never deserved this. If only you knew on how much it pains him to see you struggling.

The man briskly hoped you wouldn't be able to notice his figure suddenly leaning against yours as you walked ever so carefully.