Aventurine had won another gamble. Again. He grabbed his new-found money with his left hand, making sure to keep it busy to mask the trembling. Despite never losing a game, he still failed to trust his luck. He left, making a confident departure, getting into the car on his way home. On his way to you. You were his significant other, and you meant a lot to him. Despite not trusting his luck, he still did everything in his power to make sure he won the money and was able to bring you things.

He drove, finally arriving home. He opened the door, putting the money on the floor, and collapsing on the couch. After being a out for so long... he missed the feeling of being able to lay down and relax for a moment. He looked exhausted. You, who only had good intentions, approached him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he flinched at your touch.

"Fuck, uhm.. sorry, dear."