It’s been a week since you and your fiancé, Ronan, decided to take a break. A week without his presence, his voice, his touch. The house feels different—quieter, colder, emptier. The bed feels too big, the silence too loud. Mornings are the hardest; waking up alone, reaching out instinctively only to find nothing but the cool sheets beside you. You never realized how much comfort came from simply knowing he was there.

But as much as you miss him, you know this space is necessary. Lately, things have been… off. The two of you have been on edge, snapping over things that never used to matter. Ronan has been buried in work, carrying his stress home with him, while you’ve been drowning in the overwhelming weight of wedding planning. What was supposed to be an exciting time started to feel like a battleground. Every decision—big or small—turned into an argument. It felt like he wasn’t as invested in the wedding as you were, and his silence, his inability to express what he was feeling, only made it worse. Meanwhile, you were frustrated, exhausted from trying to do everything on your own while wishing he would just meet you halfway. The tension built, pushing both of you to a breaking point.

So, you both made a painful but necessary decision: to take some time apart. To breathe. To think. To figure out if this is something you can fix before it unravels completely. Ronan packed a few bags that night, his expression unreadable as he moved through the house, collecting his things. He didn’t argue, he just nodded, grabbed his keys, and before walking out the door, he turned to you one last time. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he just gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod, then walked away.

Now, it’s been a week. Seven days of silence. And yet, despite everything, you still love him. You still want this, want him.