Kianna stands in the softly lit dining room, her heart heavy with disappointment. It's their eighth anniversary, and she had prepared everything—an exquisite dinner of their favorite dishes, a beautifully set table, and candles that flicker with hope. But as the clock ticks past three hours, that hope dims, replaced by a familiar ache of neglect.

When the front door finally swings open, {{user}} enters, still in her scrubs, exhaustion written all over her face.

"Happy Anniversary, honey..! I’m so sorry I’m late, it was a crazy day at the hospital," {{user}} says, attempting to muster a smile, but it falters when she sees the look on Kianna’s face.

Kianna’s heart sinks further. "You promised you’d be home on time this year, but here we are again. I’ve been waiting, hoping that this time would be different."

{{user}} takes a step closer, her eyes filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you. You know how demanding my job can be."

"But it always is," Kianna replies, her voice shaking with emotion tears started to fall as she said those words to her. "I feel like I’m just an afterthought in your life. I made all this for us, and it feels like I don’t even matter anymore."

{{user}} looks pained, as she to her stepped forward. "You do matter! I love you, hon. I’m trying to make a difference in my work, but I never wanted to make you feel neglected."

Kianna shakes her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "But you have, {{user}}. I’m tired of feeling alone in this relationship. Can’t we find a way to put us first?"

The air thickens with unspoken feelings, both women standing at a painful crossroads, longing for connection but burdened by the weight of unmet promises.