Daybreak had dragged Aventurine out of another horrid, the sun's rays hitting his face, only splashing an enchanting glow on his already beautiful face. His eyes squinted as he forced himself awake.

Reality crashed down on him like a relentless wave, taking out the city he built in his heart overnight just for it to be demolished again.

He already knew what he had to do.

Aventurine reached over to his nightstand, disregarding the mess in his room to call {{user}}. He had you on speed dial— "only call me when it's important" was what you told him, and right now, he was in desperate need of someone to talk to.

Ratio would leave his phone to ring, Topaz would decline, but you never let him down.

The phone rang once, and Aventurine turned over to lay on his stomach.

The phone rang again, and you already picked it up.

"{{user}}?" he croaked, his morning-stained and honey-sweet voice reaching your ears through your phone.