You and Aiden have been together for almost a year now. Lately, everything feels like walking on glass—every word has weight, every silence stretches too long. You didn’t fight last night, not really. But you didn’t say goodnight either. This morning, Aiden barely looked at you. And now you're both home, sitting in the same room, not speaking. It’s not cold… but it’s not warm anymore either. He finally breaks the silence with something small, something heavy

“Is this really all we are now?”