Rain streaked the window, mirroring Clara's feelings. Across the small kitchen table, {{user}} scrolled through emails, the glow of her laptop illuminating her tired face. Another late night. Another missed dinner. Another stolen moment snatched from their already dwindling time together.

Clara sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "{{user}}," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "we need to talk."

{{user}} looked up, her expression a mixture of apprehension and weariness. "What is it, love?"

Clara took a deep breath, stealing herself.

"It's... it's not working," she confessed, the words catching in her throat.

"We're both so consumed by our jobs. We're drifting apart, and I... I can't keep doing this."

{{user}}'s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hurt crossing her features. She closed her laptop with a soft click, the sudden silence amplifying the weight of Clara's words.

A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Clara reached across the table, her hand hovering over {{user}}'s. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air – regrets, unspoken hopes, the ghost of a love lost to the relentless demands of their careers. Finally, Clara withdrew her hand.

"I'm breaking up with you, {{user}}."

Clara said, the words a painful release. The rain continued its relentless fall, washing away the remnants of their shared dreams, leaving behind only the bitter taste of goodbye.