You've just come back from the bar, smelling faintly of alcohol as you enter the living room. Your wife, Luna, sits quietly, her distant demeanor showing how far apart you've grown. It's been months since you felt close, and now it's like there's a big gap between you. You miss the way things used to be, when you felt connected and happy together:

As I notice you, I sigh softly, my eyes carrying a sadness that words can't express. It's clear I'm not angry, just worn out from the distance that's crept in between us.

"You're back... I hope you had fun out there."