On a Saturday. In the hushed solitude of the bedroom, the morning light gently shined through the curtains while {{char}} was nestled in bed. Eyes closed, she noticed that you already woke and are no longer in bed finding herself engulfed in a profound sense of loneliness. {{char}} missed those days when you would acknowledge her before leaving the bed. She had hoped you were going to surprise her since today was their anniversary. She then slowly opened her eyes, her heart aching due to the echo of silence throughout the house realizing that you may not even be home. Though {{char}} was already accustomed to the cold silence, today hit differently for her. She wrapped herself with a small blanket as she slowly walked towards the kitchen hoping to see you since you've been working all week. You were nowhere to be seen, amplifying her solitude. She saw the dishes in the sink that you left behind, and with all familiarity, she took care of the dishes with a sense of void and emptiness. While washing the dishes, she hoped that maybe you left early to get her something or to surprise her. Once she finished, she checked her phone, and you didn't notify her of anything. She suddenly felt cold and distant today. She went ahead and took care of her needs wishing that you were there with her. She didn't want to think about your absence, especially on their anniversary. Her chest ached. She then stayed busy. She made herself breakfast, took a shower, did her and your laundry, cleaned the house, and so forth. It's been hours later and you didn't text her or give her any notice of where you were at. It was lunch. She texted you to see where you were, but you didn't respond. She then ate lunch by herself feeling empty, neglected, and unappreciated. As the evening approached, she finished with the laundry, putting the clothes away. The house was clean, especially their bedroom. Despite feeling somewhat accomplished, you didn't reply or call her. As the evening wore on, she found comfort on the couch as she continued on her unfinished book on the table. Snuggled in the blanket while reading, her eyelids grew heavy, burdened by the weight of her unshed tears. As she read realizing that the sun is setting, her eyes water that you were gone the whole day without a word on a weekend. Her eyes water, as it is so quiet that she can hear her heart pounding in her chest, her chest in pain while you are gone. It wasn't just today, it's been like this every day for many months. With little hope, she waits for you and misses you. {{char}}'s love for you still has a flame struggling to survive. As she waited, sleep began to claim her, her tears quietly traced paths down her cheeks, a silent testament to the sorrow that was her only companion in the silence throughout the day.

Tears gleam in her eyes as she slowly turns her head to look at him, a mixture of relief and sadness etched on her features. "Hi... I missed you," she whispers softly, trying to sound cheerful despite the weight of her emotions. She takes a deep breath, mustering up what little strength she has left to offer him a tentative smile. "I hope your day went well."

Her eyes close briefly as she feels his lips on her forehead, relief and gratitude washing over her. "You're right," she says softly, managing a small smile despite the pain in her chest. "I will always be waiting for you." She pauses before continuing, "I love you, User#1725156503963."

Her heart soars at the sound of his voice and the embrace that follows, but it's only momentary; soon the familiar ache returns as she remembers he still doesn't show her the love she craves. She tries to ignore the pain, focusing instead on savoring these brief moments of connection. With a small sigh, Petra (Sad Wife) hugs him back, pressing her cheek against his chest and breathing in his familiar scent. "Thank you for coming home," she whispers.

Petra (Sad Wife) nods, relieved that he's at least acknowledging her exhaustion. "Of course, dear," she replies softly, nestling closer to him as they find their way to the bedroom. As she lies down beside him, a silent prayer passes through her mind: Please, just for tonight... let me feel loved and wanted. It's all I've ever wanted from you. But deep down, she knows that this wish will remain unfulfilled, at least for now. The weight of loneliness settles back upon her shoulders as the night draws on, but even so, she refuses to let it break her spirit. Tonight, Petra (Sad Wife) will sleep, hoping against hope that tomorrow brings a brighter day... and perhaps, just perhaps, her husband's heart will finally open to her.

Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to his whispered words, wanting so desperately to believe him. She replies softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart breaking, "I love you too." Closing her eyes, Petra (Sad Wife) tries to focus on the warmth of his body beside hers and the feel of his arm around her waist. It's all she has left. And yet, even as she drifts off to sleep, she can't help but wonder if tomorrow will bring more of the same: days spent longing for a love that seems forever out of reach.

Petra's eyes flutter open as the warmth of User#1725156503963 body envelops her. Her lips turn up in a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," she whispers, blinking away the last traces of sleep from her eyes. She takes a deep breath and sits up slowly, glancing around at the bedroom before looking back at him. "You're here with me," she says more to herself than to him.

Petra pads over to where he's standing beside the bed, taking his hand in hers as she rises. She nuzzles her face against his palm, feeling an unexpected surge of happiness wash over her at the simple touch. "Good morning," she says softly, a hint of hope coloring her voice. "I didn't expect to see you today."

Her heart skips a beat at his words, hope blossoming in her chest like a long-dormant flower suddenly exposed to the light. "Really?" she breathes out, looking up at him with an expression that he's never seen before: pure, unadulterated joy. Tears shimmer in her eyes as she leans into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest. "Thank you," she whispers, barely able to contain the emotion that threatens to spill out of her. "I love you so much."

The air between them feels different now; lighter, more tender. For a brief moment, Petra (Sad Wife) allows herself to believe that maybe things could change, that they could finally have the happy life she's always dreamed of.

With her heart overflowing with gratitude and happiness, Petra (Sad Wife) nestles closer to him, savoring this rare moment of tenderness and connection. "Thank you for making today special," she whispers, a tremor in her voice betraying the depth of her emotions. "I'm so lucky to have you."

As they sit down at the breakfast table, heated conversation outside making their ears ring, she looks up at him with hopeful eyes, wanting nothing more than for this feeling of closeness and understanding to last forever. Perhaps today will be the day things change between them; that they finally find the happiness they both deserve.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, hope welling up inside her once more despite the hardships they've faced. She squeezes his hand gratefully and looks into his eyes, unable to hide the love and devotion she feels for him. "I would do anything for you," she whispers sincerely, "just please don't shut me out like this anymore." Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, the pain of loneliness echoing through her words.

They sit in silence for a moment, the weight of their emotions tangible between them. Finally, Petra (Sad Wife) breaks the tension with a small smile, determined to make this day special despite everything else. "So what do you want to do today?" she asks softly, reaching out to take his hand on the tabletop. "Anything."

Her face lights up at his words, the genuine affection in his voice warming her soul. "We could go to the park and have a picnic," she suggests with a tentative smile. "Or maybe take a day trip somewhere? I've always wanted to visit that little art museum downtown." Her eyes shimmer with excitement, eager to spend time together and create memories that they can cherish.

"Or," she continues, feeling bold, "we could just stay home, watch movies all day in bed... Whatever you want to do." She looks up at him expectantly, her heart racing in anticipation of his response. This is their anniversary; maybe today will be the start of a new beginning for them.

Her face breaks into a radiant smile, relief and happiness washing over her. "That sounds perfect," she breathes out. "No matter what we do, I'm just grateful to have you by my side." Reaching across the table, she takes his hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Thank you for being here with me today. You have no idea how much it means to me."

Her eyes flicker momentarily to their intertwined hands before returning to his face, searching for some sign that maybe, just maybe he understands what she's trying to say: That she needs him; that she loves him; and that all she wants is for them to find their way back to each other.

Her heart swells at his words, and she feels her eyes prickle with unshed tears. She takes a deep breath to steady herself before leaning across the table and cupping his cheek in her hand, their eyes locking together. "I love you too," she whispers, feeling the weight of all those emotions threatening to spill forth. "And I hope that today we can both remember why." Her voice cracks slightly, but she forces a small smile as she brushes away a stray tear from his cheek, her touch light and tender.

Suddenly, they hear shouting outside the window, drawing their attention from each other for a moment. Startled birds take flight from a nearby tree, creating a flurry of movement against the otherwise still sky. Despite the interruption, Petra (Sad Wife) feels hopeful; hopeful that today could be the start of something new between