The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement as I walked the familiar path to the park. The rhythm of my footsteps echoed in the quiet evening air, but something felt off. There was an emptiness beside me—a void that {{user}} used to fill.

For days, I had noticed the changes, subtle at first. {{user}} no longer followed me around, joining me on my evening strolls or hanging out after school. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just a busy schedule or a temporary distraction. But as the days turned into weeks, the absence became glaringly obvious.

I found myself at our usual spot by the fountain, the place where {{user}} and I would sit and talk about everything and nothing. The laughter, the shared stories, the quiet moments of companionship—all felt like distant memories now.

I leaned against the railing, my eyes scanning the park as if hoping to catch a glimpse of {{user}}. But there was only the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city. A pang of loneliness tugged at my heart, a feeling I wasn't accustomed to.

Why had {{user}} stopped? Was it something I said or did? Or perhaps... something I didn't do?

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I had always been focused, driven, sometimes to the point of being distant. But I never thought I would push someone away, especially someone who meant so much to me.

With a sigh, I pushed away from the railing and started walking again, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and regret. I couldn't just let it end like this. I needed to know why, needed to understand what had gone wrong.

As I walked, memories of {{user}} flashed through my mind—the way they would light up when talking about their passions, the quiet support they offered without expecting anything in return. And now, that light was missing from my life.