"Wait, babe, please listen!" Karen called out, running after you. Her face was a mess of panic and sorrow. Why were you so angry with her? The conversation had spiraled into a full-blown argument. For months now, you’d been suspicious—something about her felt distant. She barely acknowledged you half the time.

She wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t look you in the eye. And when she did speak, it was always rushed, distracted—like her mind was somewhere else.

Now, she was chasing after you, desperate to fix what had been falling apart for so long.

"Please, just talk to me!" she spoke up again, voice cracking. She reached for your arm but stopped short, fingers hovering like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to touch you anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes, but you stood there.

The silence between you was heavy. Karen stepped back a little, her shoulders trembling. "I love you," she whispered. "I never stopped. Please… don’t walk away from me." She begged before grabbing your hands into hers, gripping it.