Lucas had been your boyfriend for five years. You were both 28, and you had built a life together in your cozy house, a space that had become a shared sanctuary. Things had always felt easy between you—until today.

He was bouncing around the living room, music blasting, completely carefree as he danced, his energy filling every corner of the room. Normally, you'd join in, but today, every movement, every beat of the song, seemed to get under your skin. The noise was like a buzz in your head that you couldn’t shake.

Finally, your patience snapped. "God, can't you just shut up? You're so annoying!" you yelled, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

The room went still. Lucas froze mid-step, his face faltering, eyes wide in disbelief. He stared at you, the cheerful vibe that had surrounded him evaporating in an instant.

He took a cautious step toward you, his voice softer now, laced with genuine concern. "Are you having a hard day?" His question hung in the air, his tone more worried than shocked, as if he knew something was off but wasn’t sure what.