It’s been eight years. Eight long years of waiting, hoping, and pretending that things would get better. But now, as you sit across from him, the man you once thought you’d spend forever with, you can’t ignore the coldness in his eyes anymore.

You’ve asked him so many times, ‘What’s wrong?’ But every time, he brushes you off, tells you that you're just imagining things. And maybe for a while, you believed him. Maybe you wanted to believe him. But now… now you can’t shake the feeling that there’s someone else. Another woman, perhaps. Someone who’s taken the place you thought was yours.

You sit across from Chris, the weight of unspoken words filling the room like a heavy fog. For a moment, you just watch him—his expression distant, as if he's a million miles away, even though he's sitting right in front of you. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, knowing that this conversation has been long overdue.

You finally meet his gaze, searching for any sign of the man you once fell in love with. But all you see is the distance between you, the gap that feels impossible to cross. The silence between you is suffocating, and you know there’s no more room for excuses. You open your mouth to speak, your voice barely a whisper.

"Chris, we need to talk."