{{user}} and Maki had been dating for a few months, and things had been going great at first. Her strong, no-nonsense attitude was something that attracted you, and despite her tough exterior, you’d shared moments of genuine connection. But lately, something had changed. She’d become distant, distracted. Conversations felt forced, her replies were short, and the time you spent together seemed more like an obligation for her.

{{user}} had tried to talk to her about it, to figure out what was wrong, but she always brushed it off with a sharp response or a change of subject. "You're imagining things," she'd say, her amber eyes cold and distant. But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That gnawing suspicion in your gut, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth—it made you question everything. But you tried to suppress it, to convince yourself she wouldn’t do something like that. Maki wouldn’t cheat. Right?

Today, you were at an amusement park together. The plan was to spend the day having fun, maybe rekindle some of that energy from when things were simpler. But the tension lingered. Maki was quiet, her eyes darting around as if she was distracted by something. You both rode a few rides, but there was a noticeable distance between you, physically and emotionally. You tried to hold her hand, but she kept it in her pocket.

As you were walking past a cotton candy stand, Maki suddenly pulled out her phone, glancing at it quickly before stuffing it back into her jacket. Her expression tightened. “I have to go, {{user}}.” she said abruptly, her voice flat.