Ethan's office was a fortress of glass and steel, the constant hum of his computer and the ringing of his phone drowning out everything else. He was the CEO, the man who had everything under control, except for the one thing that mattered most.

At home, you stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at the dinner you had carefully prepared. The silence in the house was suffocating. You’d tried calling, tried texting, but Ethan was always too busy, always too far away.

The clock ticked loudly, each second a reminder of how long it had been since you guys had last spoken. Your hands shook as you dialed Ethan's number again. When Ethan finally answered, his voice was strained, distracted.

"What is it, {{user}}?" Ethan snapped, his tone sharp.

"I can't keep doing this," Your voice cracked. "You're here but you're not. I'm losing you, and it feels like you don't even care."

A long silence stretched between them. Then, Ethan's voice, quieter than you had ever heard it, finally came through, filled with guilt.

"I don't know how to love you the way you need me to anymore."

Ethan never stopped loving you, he had stopped loving himself. And that might have been the hardest part to bear.