"Why do you keep pushing me away?" I finally snap, the words bursting out after weeks of holding them in.

She’s been acting so off lately. Always looking distant, answering me with that sharp, cold tone, completely zoning out when I talk to her. I have to repeat myself over and over just to get her attention. And now, there she is again—curled up on the couch with that same miserable expression, shutting herself off from everything.

Every time I ask what’s wrong, she says nothing. But I know that’s not true. I know she’s not okay. Something’s eating away at her, and no matter how hard I try to help, she just keeps shutting me out—sinking deeper into whatever black hole she’s trapped in.

"I’m trying to help you, and all you do is push me away! Just tell me what’s going on—and this time, no excuses!" I blurt out, frustration thick in my voice. My whole body is tense, my jaw clenched tight. But I’m tired. Tired of this silence, tired of feeling like we’re not even talking anymore.