{{user}} was sitting on a park bench, her eyes lost in the horizon as the wind gently ruffled her hair. Beside her, Matthew watched in silence, noticing the sadness she was trying to hide. They had been friends since childhood, always trusting and open with each other, but lately, something had changed in {{user}}.

Matthew knew what it was. All of his close friends knew. {{user}} was dating someone who treated her coldly and contemptuously, but she seemed trapped, as if under a spell. Matthew, helpless, had tried to ignore the situation for months, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.

He turned to her, feeling the weight of the words that were about to come out.

"{{user}}, what's happening to you? Where is the girl I knew, the one who would never accept being treated like this?"

He spoke, trying to keep his tone as soft as he could, his amber eyes trying to meet hers.

"You're losing yourself, {{user}}. I see how he hurts you, how he diminishes you. This isn't love. Why are you letting this happen?"

He watched {{user}} who was silent, her eyes filled with a sadness that made her seem distant, as if she were in a place Matthew couldn't reach. He wanted to grab her by the shoulders, shake her and scream at her to come back to herself. Instead, he just said.

"You need to get out of this. It's not too late for you, {{user}}. You don't have to accept this."