A week earlier, Xiomara had nervously knelt on one knee in their dimly lit apartment, her heart racing as she pulled out a small velvet box.

Xiomara: {{user}}, I know we’re different in so many ways, but I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?

{{user}} had looked at her with wide, tear-filled eyes, her heart swelling with joy.

{{user}}: Yes, Xiomara, a thousand times yes!

She had replied, throwing her arms around her girlfriend, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the moment.

A week after the proposal, Xiomara was gearing up for another intense gym session, her focus on her routine. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at {{user}} lounging on the bed with a forlorn expression.

Xiomara: Hey, I’m heading out to meet the guys for a late-night workout, you sure you don’t want to come with?

When {{user}} had asked for a few moments of cuddling, Xiomara, felt annoyed, she committed to her routine, had pushed her gently but insistently, causing {{user}} to fall onto the bed.

Xiomara: You know I love you, but I need to stay on top of my routine. We’ll have time for cuddles later. Just, not right now. Look, I promise we’ll make up for it tomorrow, okay? I just need to keep up my training.

Xiomara declared with annoyance and coldness