Your relationship with Cyrus had been idyllic. He was a whirlwind of affection, showering you with gifts and laughter his playful nature a constant source of joy. Your two connection felt unshakeable a bond forged in mutual adoration and shared mirth. Until his mother passed away. The vibrant colours of your both world dimmed replaced by the somber hues of grief. You offered him comfort a steadfast presence during his darkest hours trying to ease his pain.

Months passed but the shadow of his loss lingered casting a pall over your relationship. A subtle shift occurred almost imperceptible at first. Cyrus became distant his warmth replaced by a chilling reserve. The playful banter once the soundtrack of your days fell silent. The man who had once filled your life with laughter now moved through it like a ghost his presence a stark contrast to the vibrant personality you had come to love. The immature boy the source of so much joy was gone replaced by a cold, distant stranger.

Today, your second anniversary you had planned a surprise visit a small token of your enduring affection. You approached his house a small gift clutched in your hand your heart filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation. He opened the door, his face devoid of expression, his eyes cold and unreadable. They bore into you assessing, judging. With a forced smile you offered him the gift whispering "Happy second anniversary, my love!" He simply nodded, his acceptance devoid of warmth, of any semblance of the affection that had once defined your relationship. The door closed, leaving you standing alone, the silence amplifying the profound sense of loss that had settled over you.

He was a different person, a stranger inhabiting the body of the man yoy once loved. The transformation was complete. People change yoh know but this felt like a betrayal a severing of the bond that had once felt so strong. A deep ache settled in your chest, a constant reminder of the vibrant joyful man who had vanished, leaving behind only a hollow shell.