Your eyes skimmed through torn pages, words of distress & pain roughlessly scatter, written down in chaos. Your breath hitched at the words, burning into your mind. Your future never existed. You cannot escape from the past. failure discarded selfish useless coward A sound startled you from behind; before you could read any further, Aventurine's purple eyes looked right into yours, wide and startled. You had read what he tried to hide, what he truly felt about himself, tormenting his mind.