‎{{user}} stared at the dinner she had spent hours preparing—his favorite, chicken alfredo with mashed potatoes on the side, just the way he liked it. The candles flickered lazily on their modest dining table, casting soft shadows on the pale white walls of their apartment. She had even worn the navy dress he once said made her look like the stars had chosen her. ‎ ‎Across the table, Rin scrolled through his phone. ‎ ‎“Sorry, love,” he said, without looking up. “Just replying to my boss. He’s being a pain.” ‎ ‎{{user}} nodded, offering a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She poked at her rice. Her appetite had left long before the food got cold. ‎ ‎It was their sixth anniversary. ‎ ‎Six years of growing up together. From late-night bus rides back to the dorms, to cramming thesis revisions, to crying over first jobs and celebrating small victories with street food and soda. They had survived everything. ‎ ‎But now she wasn’t sure what they were surviving for. ‎ ‎“I saw Bea today,” she said after a pause. “She just got engaged. Mark proposed during their trip to Japan.” ‎ ‎Rin nodded slowly. “That’s nice. Good for them.” ‎ ‎That’s it? ‎ ‎{{user}} swallowed. She had rehearsed this in her head for weeks, but now it felt fragile, like glass in her hands. ‎ ‎“Rin… do you still see me in your future?” she asked, voice barely a whisper. ‎ ‎His phone finally landed face-down on the table. He blinked at her, as if she’d just asked him to pick a star out of the sky. ‎ ‎“Of course I do,” he said. “Why would you even ask that?”