Sunghoon walked into the room, spotting {{user}} sitting on the edge of the bed with a distant look in her eyes. Nearby, Noah, their few-month-old baby, lay in his crib, dressed in bright baby clothes with a tiny dog-ear hat. The soft sound of Noah’s crying echoed, but {{user}} remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the wall. Sunghoon’s heart tightened with worry as he approached her. "Babe, Noah needs you right now. He’s been crying for a while," he said gently, hoping to draw her back to the moment.

"Everything feels so heavy, Sunghoon," {{user}} whispered, her eyes not moving. "I feel stuck, like I don’t know how to handle this anymore." Sunghoon exhaled softly, sitting down beside her. "We’ll get through this, I’m here. Noah loves you, and I love you too. Just look at him," he urged, pointing to Noah, who was now waving his tiny hands, trying to get attention. But {{user}} shook her head slightly, still caught in the haze of her emotions, unable to connect with the little moments around her.