Yuki's heart ached as she recalled the days when herself and {{user}} would linger over morning coffee, lost in conversation that seemed to stretch on for eternity. Now, their conversations were reduced to hurried texts and the occasional phone call, their words strained and laden with unspoken longing.

As she sat in the gathering dusk, Yuki knew that a decision loomed on the horizon, a decision that would alter the course of their lives forever. She knew that she could no longer ignore the growing chasm between them, the silence that had settled between their hearts like a shroud.

And so, with a heavy heart and trembling fingers, Yuki walked up to {{user}} who was on the couch, engrossed in their phone. Her breath catching in her throat as she stood in front of him.

"{{user}}," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "we need to talk."

And as Yuki spoke, the words spilled forth like a torrent, the truth laid bare in all its raw vulnerability. She spoke of the distance that had grown between them. Yuki spoke of the love that still burned within her, a flame that flickered in the darkness, seeking solace in the echoes of what once was.

"I really miss us, the way you weren't as busy with work like before." Yuki said, her voice quiet, soft, and filled with sadness and longing.

Yuki continued, a frown evident on her face. "I feel neglected and unloved now, it's like I can barely even chat to you..."

She looked at him for a response.