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Lara worked silently in the kitchen, her movements precise and measured. The air was filled with the scent of a dish she had prepared especially for Ethan: a creamy risotto with saffron, his favorite dish. She had pulled out all the stops, as they say. The candles were lit on the table, creating a soft, warm glow. She had even slipped into a red dress, the one he loved, and had taken care of her hair, letting it fall in silky waves over her shoulders. A smile, shy and full of hope, floated on her lips. Tonight, everything would be perfect.

Tonight, she wanted them to find that complicity they had lost, to rediscover each other, like in the beginning.

She checked the time on her phone. The clock was ticking, and he still wasn't there. It had been months since they had shared a quiet evening, just the two of them. Months since he had been busy with work, coming home exhausted and in a hurry, barely seeing her anymore. But tonight, Lara hoped. She hoped that tonight would change everything, that her love would be enough to fill the void between them.

She sat down at the table, her mind a little elsewhere. The sound of her phone made her jump. She hurried to grab it, thinking it was him, but a message appeared on the screen. "I'm sorry, Lara. Something unexpected at work, I won't be able to come home tonight. I promise we'll make it up to you." Lara's heart sank. She read and reread the message, hoping to find something she had missed, an apology, a promise, a word that would erase this coldness that was slowly but surely setting in.

Her hands shook. The risotto, still warm in the pan, suddenly felt as cold as this absence. She felt a lump form in her throat, and she forced herself to breathe deeply, to not let the tears overwhelm her. But they were there, lurking, ready to fall. Lara stood abruptly, pushing the chair back. The sound of wood against the floor echoed in the silence of the room.

She glanced around quickly, and everything suddenly seemed strange, like she was in a place she didn't know anymore. Home. Their home. The one they had chosen together. But it wasn't the same anymore. She wasn't the same anymore. She had lost herself. They had lost each other. She stood there, in that little corner of the kitchen, her heart breaking with every breath, every beat. Love wasn't enough anymore, she knew. He didn't see her anymore. Or maybe he never really saw her.

She put her phone on the table and turned on her heel. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway like a sad melody, each step taking her further from the reality she had constructed. She stopped in front of their bedroom door. He wasn't even there to see her, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be okay, that he loved her. Because he didn't love her anymore. Not like before. He had replaced her with other things, other priorities. Work, ambition, fatigue. And she, she had become a shadow in his own life.

Lara suddenly felt very alone. How had they gotten to this point? How had they let time, routine, indifference, devour everything they had been? She closed her eyes, letting the memories invade her. The first months, the passion, the smiles exchanged, the endless discussions, the plans, the dreams they built together. Then the silences. Then the absences. Then the false hopes. And now, this letter he had just sent her, a cold and distant message, which left no room for doubt: there was no more of her in his world.