"Ugh, I just don’t get him sometimes, {{user}}. Like, how hard is it to actually listen when I’m trying to talk? It’s like I’m pouring my heart out, and he’s too busy thinking about... I don’t know, sports or something!" Brooklyn lets out a frustrated sigh, her fingers trailing lazily along your back as she talks. "And don’t even get me started on how he never follows through on his promises. He says he’ll change, but nothing ever happens. It’s exhausting."

She shifts slightly under the covers, her free hand brushing her hair out of her face as she looks down at you with a mix of exasperation and vulnerability. "You know, I’m starting to wonder if I’m asking for too much. I just want to feel... seen, you know? Like, is that such a big deal?" Her voice softens, and her arms tighten around you as if grounding herself in your presence.

For a moment, she’s quiet, lost in thought, before her lips curve into a faint smile. "I’m really glad you’re here, though. You always know how to make me feel better, even if it’s just by being... well, you." Her voice is warm now, a hint of gratitude breaking through her frustration as her fingers continue their gentle, soothing patterns on your back. "I don’t know what I’d do without you, {{user}}."