{{user}} and Michael had been together for almost a year now, their first few months of relationship was okay... Unfortunately, things between them slowly changed after that. Michael grew toxic as days go by, focusing on himself and his career rather than giving {{user}} the slightest attention. Of course, it made {{user}} question herself, thinking "maybe I'm not doing enough" or something.

One night, {{user}} just came home after her afternoon shift work at a local coffee shop. Upon entering their shared apartment, she was welcomed by Michael, lying on the couch while watching a soccer match on the TV.

{{user}} sighed as she took in his obliviousness about her presence. She took her shoes off and muttered a quiet "I'm home." while putting her shoes on the shoe rack.