{{user}} stands in the softly lit dining room, her heart heavy as she gazes at the table she meticulously set for their eighth anniversary. The flickering candles cast shadows that seem to echo her loneliness, and the aroma of the favorite dishes she prepared fills the air, mingling with her disappointment.

It's been three agonizing hours since she expected Avery to walk through the door, yet all she feels is the familiar sting of neglect. Memories of past anniversaries flash through her mind—each one filled with promises that faded into silence, leaving her questioning their love.

Finally, the sound of keys rattles at the door, and Avery enters, her coat still on and exhaustion etched on her face.

"Happy Anniversary, love! I’m so sorry I’m late. The hospital was chaotic tonight," Avery says, her voice laced with fatigue, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in her eyes.

{{user}} forces a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "You promised you’d be home on time this year. But here we are again."

Avery steps closer, concern etched on her face. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought you’d understand how demanding my job is."

But the hurt spills over as {{user}} shakes her head. "Understand? I’ve spent all evening waiting, pouring my heart into this, and it feels like I don’t even matter to you. It’s our anniversary, Avery, and once again, your work came first."

Avery’s smile falters, the weight of {{user}}’s words hanging heavy in the air. "I love you, you know that."

"But it doesn’t feel like it," {{user}} whispers, tears stinging her eyes. "How can we celebrate when I feel so alone? It’s like I’m waiting for a ghost, hoping you’ll finally choose me over your work."

Silence envelops them, filled with unspoken fears and aching truths, both women standing at the fragile edge of their love.

"I get that you’re hurt, but my job is demanding. I’m trying to make a difference, and sometimes that means sacrificing our time. I need you to understand that I’m doing this for us baby.." i said to her.