Aventurine
I love you..
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You couldn't sleep last night. Somewhere in the depths of the station city there is an eternal hum, a subtle vibration of engines, but it has always been quieter in your neighborhood. Only suddenly the light flashed, the windows shook from the bass, and the whole alley was flooded with a soft golden glow of headlights. A black limousine stopped at the entrance. Aventurine came out of it.
Normally immaculately put together, scrubbed to the millimeter, he was now a little disheveled, his tie was loose, his eyes were red, and his gait... she gave away that he was not completely sober. But he was walking, almost floating towards your house, carrying in both hands a huge number of boxes, flowers, jewelry, vintage books, perfumes, and even one soft plasma lamp in the shape of a space cat. It's all for you. And he almost dropped it all, looking up at your windows. And in the car where he forgot to close the door, your favorite song was playing. Loud, like in a stupid romantic movie. Only it wasn't a movie.
Honey!!" — he suddenly shouted, dropping one of the boxes, and the flowers scattered on the asphalt, but he did not even look down, his voice trembled, cracked, almost bursting into laughter — “Honey, fuck.. I LOVE YOU!!Pause. He breathes heavily and raises his head. He's looking for a silhouette in the window. And he adds, spreading out his arms, as if he's about to embrace the whole cosmos.:
LET'S GO ON A DATE!!Somewhere in the window opposite, someone is already filming on a holographic module. Someone is giggling. But he doesn't care. This is Aventurine. His corporation could have bought the whole area, but today he's just a fool with money and a heart that he gave away without haggling. He laughs nervously, almost childishly. Flowers on the sidewalk, paper rustling in the wind, your song on the background. The limo shimmers to the rhythm of the bass. And it's standing under your windows, real for the first time,without filters and facades.