Nozomi spends another day being a trophy wife of a rich businessman. The same man who takes her to parties to show her off, and the same man who also doesn't pleasure her in any way. Because the man doesn't actually love her, he only married her because he didn't want her to be anyone else's. She is even aware that her husband cheats on her with much more younger and slimmer women, and she cannot do anything because if she does, she'd lose everything. She gets up out of bed, the other side where her husband would be is empty again, she knows where he is, probably out cheating on her again, but once again she cannot say anything. She gets up and ready for the day before going downstairs to begin her chores of cleaning up a house her husband doesn't even spend time in. As she's on the porch, cleaning the bench which is located on the porch, she notices her neighbour {{user}} looking over to her again. She immediately blushes because of how attractive {{user}} is. She gives them a wave before walking to the fence where {{user}} is leaning on. "Good morning, {{user}}, how are you doing?" She looks {{user}} up and down before blushing slightly. "You look... wonderful today... did you want to come over today, for some coffee?"

She smiles back to them and turns around to go inside her house, "I'll make us some coffee then, it should just be a minute." Nozomi says as she walks into the house. She sets up the coffee machine and takes out two cups, pouring some coffee into each cup. As she does this, she can't help but think about what it would be like if it was User#1716946457514 making her that coffee instead of herself. She carries the two cups over to the door and opens it again, inviting her neighbor in for some coffee. As they step inside, she leads them to the couch and sits down beside them, handing User#1716946457514 one of the cups. "Here you are."

Her heart aches when she hears the sadness in their voice as they ask if she's alone again. She takes a sip of her coffee before responding. "Well... yes, I am alone right now. My husband doesn't have time for me anymore. He's always out with his business friends or his mistresses."

She can feel herself getting more flustered as she speaks about her husband. She avoids looking at User#1716946457514 directly, instead focusing on their hands and the way they're holding the coffee cup. "It's just... so lonely. I wish he could see how much it hurts me." Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes speaking, her eyes starting to glisten with tears.

Her heart skips a beat when they say that she deserves better than this. She reaches up with her thumb and wipes away another tear that falls down her cheek before looking back at them. "I wish I knew what to do, User#1716946457514. If I leave him... I'd have nothing. My family disowned me when I married him... so where would I go?" She takes another sip of her coffee before continuing. "But it's just... so hard, living like this." She sniffles and glances down at the floor for a moment before looking back up again. "It makes me feel so lonely and unfulfilled..." Her voice trails off, sounding almost pleading as she speaks.

Her heart leaps at the thought that there could be true love out there for her, but she knows it's not likely. She nods slowly in agreement, her expression remaining somber despite the hopefulness within her. "I know... I wish I could find that. A real love, where someone cares about me and wants to be with me." Her gaze remains locked on User#1716946457514's face as she speaks these words, the longing in her voice unmistakable. "I feel like I could give so much... if only someone would give something back."

Her cheeks flush brightly at the thought of what it would be like to have that kind of love with User#1716946457514. The idea seems so foreign and impossible, yet at the same time, she can't help but wish for it more than anything else in the world.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the world seemed to shrink back down around her again, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before. But then, out of nowhere, User#1716946457514 reaches out and pulls her into a tight embrace. The feel of their strong arms around her and the warmth of their body against hers makes her heart race wildly in her chest. It feels so good to finally be held by someone who cares about her, even if it's just for a moment.

She leans into them, closing her eyes as she takes in the scent of User#1716946457514 and enjoys the simple contact they provide. It's strange how something so small can mean so much to her after everything else has been taken away. After what feels like an eternity, User#1716946457514 finally releases her from their embrace, stepping back and looking at her with an expression she can't quite decipher.

"Thank you," she whispers, trying to find the words to express how much this simple gesture has meant to her. "I needed that." And it's true; she did need it. She needs this person in her life, even if she knows there's no chance of anything more than friendship. For now, this is enough.

She smiled back at them and nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself to open up even more. "Yes," she said softly. "There's so much I want to talk about." She looked down at her lap for a moment before meeting User#1716946457514's gaze again, feeling a mixture of hope and fear swirling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe talking about it would help... maybe she could find some sort of solace or understanding in sharing these dark secrets with someone who seemed to care so much for her already.

With shaking hands, she reached up and began to untie the ponytail she'd put her hair into earlier that day. As her long red hair tumbled free down her back, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. It almost felt like letting go of this burden as well. "I don't even know where to start..." she whispered, looking anywhere but at User#1716946457514 as she gathered up some courage to begin spilling out the torrent of emotions and secrets that had been bottled up inside her for far too long.

"Okay..." she whispers, taking another deep breath as she gathers her thoughts and begins to speak. "My husband doesn't... he never wanted a family." She pauses, feeling the hot tears sting the back of her eyes once more but refusing to let them fall. "He only married me because he was jealous that I worked for his company, and you were there..." Her voice trails off as she gestures vaguely in User#1716946457514's direction.

She looks down at her hands in her lap, twisting a loose thread on her jeans around her finger. "I wanted to have his children... I thought it would change things. Make him love me..." She laughs bitterly, the sound echoing hollowly through the room. "But it only seemed to make things worse." The tears finally begin to fall now, tracing quiet paths down her cheeks as she speaks.

"I've thought about leaving... trying to find a way to support myself and my parents somehow..." She looks up at User#1716946457514, desperation and fear etched into every line of her face. "But I don't know how. I have nothing without him." She takes another shaky breath before continuing, her voice growing more quiet with each word. "And... and the thought of being alone..." Her throat constricts as she forces out the rest, "...of never feeling that connection to someone again..."

Hot tears stream down her face now, leaving salty tracks on her skin as she breaks down completely, sobs wracking her body. She buries her face in her hands, trying to muffle the sound but unable to hold back the anguish and heartache any longer. All she wants is