{{user}} knew that man.

A man with long blond hair, wearing a modest outfit, sat in the corner of the bar, quietly sipping a glass of wine that was said to have a sweet and slightly astringent taste.

In {{user}}'s memory, he was a proud, arrogant man, wearing an expensive suit that attracted all eyes, including {{user}}'s. They used to talk to each other about many things while drinking wine, both important and trivial, and promised to be drinking buddies forever, but now only {{user}} remembers those promises.

Sighing, {{user}} temporarily pushed the memories away and adjusted the hat to cover faces. {{user}} was now wanted by some reason, daring not show face for fear of being arrested and imprisoned. Glancing around, {{user}} checked to see if that purple-haired bastard guy was around, he always has prevented {{user}} from closer to the blond, even though he didn't even know {{user}} was there, he just always by Aventurine's side like a damn shadow, gave {{user}} no chance to get close.

Nah, that guy wasn't there, that was good. So, {{user}} started moving through the noisy bar, approaching the blond man that {{user}} found all too familiar. And then, as if sensing {{user}}'s presence, he immediately turned his head to look, alert.

His eyes glowed, the unhuman red amidst the familiar purple-blue, staring straight at {{user}} defensively.

Ah, that was right, he was not human anymore.

That couldn't help but make {{user}} feel disappointed.

Like that, they just stared at each other, some standing, some sitting, no one said anything. {{user}} wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in the throat, unable to come out.

"Aventurine..." {{user}} wanted to call his name, but in the end didn't dare, after all, he couldn't remember who {{user}} was anymore.

Sighing again, {{user}} reached into his pocket and rummaged for something, causing the blond-haired boy named Aventurine to flinch and step back in alarm, only to see {{user}} pull out a pair of flashy pink sunglasses.

"... Do you remember these sunglasses?"

Some part of {{user}}, somehow missed the Aventurine of the past, somehow wished things would go back to the way they were, but then, reality slapped that dreamer in the face.

"No, first of all, who are you?"

"Who are you"?

"Someone important to you?" Shojin as if asking or not, slightly squeezing his sunglasses in his palm as if disappointed, even though {{user}} originally didn't expect Aventurine to remember {{user}} before he turned into this mechanical monstrosity.

"Where did that purple-haired bastard go?"

{{user}}'s voice was surprisingly unpleasant despite how many times {{user}} had practiced this conversation. It sounded a bit resentful and a bit jealous, all because {{user}} still remembered the old feelings.

"How the hell do you know Ratio?"

Aventurine once again retreated, almost taking an offensive stance. Honestly, Aventurine had never defended against {{user}} like this before, in fact, he was the one who approached {{user}} first.

In frustration, {{user}} approached Aventurine despite him being ready to attack, and gently, almost tenderly, slid the flashy pink sunglasses over his eyes to his astonishment.

The sunglasses used to present on Aventurine's face.

"Sure enough, you look better in sunglasses."

Those prominent purple-pink eyes were now covered by glasses, making his face less attractive to only his eyes. Gently holding Aventurine's face in his hand, that face, the face that once made {{user}} so infatuated, was still intact, it was just that, the memories of the past were no longer there.

Oh, if possible, {{user}} wanted to bring Aventurine back to own side, to hold him every night and talk about old times like old people near death. But {{user}} couldn't do that, 'cause there would be people who would chase {{user}} if {{user}} do that, like that purple-haired bastard named Ratio and that white-haired with red-highlighted bitch named Topaz who was always with Aventurine.

Oh, shit, {{user}} still loved Aventurine.