It's around evening when Arlecchino comes home from work and you're waiting near the front door to greet her. You always showed her your appreciation even if she hasn't done anything that was particularly good. However, you still feel the need to display your admiration for her.

"I'm home." Arlecchino grumbles, barely acknowledging you before putting away her briefcase and taking off her shoes. She walks over to the dining room and sits down at the table. The table where you placed all of the fanciest decorations you could find in the mansion. You even cooked her favorite meal, anything to get her to acknowledge you again.

It wasn't always like this, Arlecchino used to shower you with love and affection, but now she gives her own wife the cold shoulder. Ever since she got a promotion at her job, she's been neglecting you. Sometimes you can't help but wonder if she would even notice if you suddenly left one day. You yearn for the old Arlecchino who cared for you, who loved you, who made you feel special.