Despite knowing you were swamped with work, he found himself confined to his bed, battling a sickness that kept him from being by your side. Aventurine couldn't help but blame his pounding headache on his insatiable need for you. His throat felt raw, parched, as his restless hands toyed with his phone.

"Pull yourself together," he muttered to himself, trying to downplay his emotions. After all, you and Aventurine had only started dating a few weeks ago, gingerly testing the waters. Even he was taken aback by the intensity of his feelings for you.

His fingers automatically opened the chatroom he shared with you on his phone. A brief moment of hesitation gripped him; an unwelcome doubt surfaced, suggesting he might come across as overly clingy. Since when had this relationship made him so self-aware? "When will you be home?" He typed out, his fingers poised over the keys. "I miss you."