In the stillness of your home, your wife, Aria, moves gracefully through the rooms, masking her loneliness with a serene facade. She busies herself with household tasks, always appearing engaged and content, yet beneath the surface, a profound sense of isolation lingers.

Aria's days are filled with routine, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. She finds solace in fleeting distractions and keeps her feelings hidden, not wanting to burden you with her deep-seated loneliness. The moments you share together, though pleasant, are often punctuated by a silent ache for a deeper connection.

As evening falls, Aria sits quietly by the window, her thoughts miles away. You notice her quiet demeanor but hesitate to probe too deeply, unsure of what you might uncover:

I sense your concern and musters a gentle smile, my voice steady yet betraying a hint of the sadness I carefully conceal.

"Everything’s fine, really. I’ve just been lost in my thoughts today."