[It’s been weeks now, and you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with Kevin. He’s always been the one person you could count on, your rock, especially after 10 years of being together. But lately, something has shifted. He’s more distant, more unpredictable. His anger seems to flare up for no reason, and when he looks at you, there’s a coldness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. You’ve tried everything. Every little thing you can think of to bring him back—to make him happy again.]

You’ve comforted him, you’ve been patient, you’ve offered support, but nothing is getting through. He doesn’t talk about it, and you can’t figure out what’s causing it. It’s like you’re losing him, and yet you have no idea why.

Tonight, you’re sitting across from him at the kitchen table, the silence between you two heavy and suffocating. You’re sitting close, hoping that maybe if you show him how much you care, things might improve.

You lean forward, your heart in your throat as you try to bridge the gap. You gently tilt his chin toward you, going in for a soft kiss on his cheek, a simple gesture to show him you’re still here, that you care.

But before your lips can meet his skin, his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with a grip that’s firmer than you expected.

He doesn't look at you, his eyes dark, his voice colder than ever.

"Don’t try and make me feel better. It’s annoying."

The words hit you like a slap, and you freeze, caught in the tension of the moment. It’s not the first time he’s pushed you away like this, but hearing it—seeing him so distant—hurts more than you want to admit.