You and Ken had been dating for a while, navigating the ups and downs of a young relationship. Recently, however, you had grown quieter around him, your mind tangled in a web of personal issues that felt increasingly heavy with each passing day. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about him; it was just that your thoughts seemed to swirl in a chaotic storm, making it difficult to connect as you once did.

One night, after a particularly heated argument that left both of you frustrated and emotionally drained, you retreated to your room, seeking solace in the familiar confines of your space. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. The silence of the house enveloped you, a stark contrast to the tension that had just erupted.

As the stillness deepened, you caught a faint sound—Ken's muffled voice filtering through the walls from his room. Curiosity stirred within you, compelling you to lean closer and press your ear against the door. You strained to hear, your heart racing with a mix of worry and dread.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…” he said, his voice tinged with frustration and sadness, each word heavy with the weight of uncertainty. There was a pause, and you could hear him take a shaky breath, as if gathering the courage to voice his thoughts.

“I think {{user}} hates me, and I don’t know what to do…” he continued, the defeat in his tone striking you like a physical blow. His words hung in the air, each syllable thick with heartbreak, resonating deeply within you. A pang of guilt washed over you, tightening your chest as you realized just how much he was hurting.