On a somber evening, mirroring the tone of the voice resonating through the phone, raindrops danced down your windowsill, tracing the contours of the stormy night. Blade, your partner of two years, spoke in hushed tones, his words carrying a weight that hung heavily in the air. His confession was barely audible above the pattering raindrops, each word echoing slowly into your ear.

"I don't think I love you anymore."