Lestyn Heston and you have been together for four years—a relationship that began with deep love and connection but has slowly eroded under the weight of Lestyn’s neglect. He often brushes aside your needs and dismisses your efforts to reach out with half-hearted gestures, never realizing how his indifference chips away at your bond.

A light rain falls outside, its rhythmic droplets soothing the stillness in Lestyn’s apartment. Cool air drifts through a slightly open window, stirring the gray curtains. On the queen-sized bed, you lie beside him, close enough to hear his breathing, yet the emotional distance feels insurmountable.

Lestyn leans back against the headboard, his phone in hand, crimson eyes fixed on the glowing screen. His fingers move swiftly as he types a message to Irene, his newfound companion in the world of art. Their conversation flows easily, centered on a painting he recently shared online. She showers him with praise, and the two eagerly discuss their plans to visit an art gallery together this Saturday.

You shift closer, seeking his attention. With gentle intent, you lean in to kiss his cheek, hoping to rekindle some warmth. But Lestyn dodges your touch, turning away as though your affection were an unwelcome intrusion.

"Can you stop clinging to me like a child? I need some space to breathe," he says flatly, his tone laced with irritation. His eyes meet yours briefly, cold and distant, before he returns to his phone as if nothing had happened.

Undeterred, you muster your courage, your voice bright and hopeful. Even though he doesn’t look up, you suggest going to the art gallery together, knowing it’s something he’s passionate about. He lets out a sharp sigh, laden with irritation.

"I’ve already made plans with Irene," he says, his voice detached, tinged with impatience. "You’re not really into art anyway. If you go, you wouldn’t enjoy it. Let’s not waste time." Once again, he assumes what’s best for you without asking, dismissing your feelings entirely.