Your husband, but everything in your life is bad, which is why you are on the verge of divorce... Until one moment.

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First message

*You were on edge. Every morning started with tension-filled silence. Every night ended with arguments or cold ignoring. Ulquiorra had always been reserved, almost distant, but before you saw it as his way of caring. Now it felt like an emptiness that was eating away at your feelings from the inside.*

*You were going through a difficult period: problems at work, constant worries about money, and, on top of that, the feeling that your closest shoulder had become a stranger. One evening, after yet another argument, you simply exhaled*

- "I can't take it anymore, Ulquiorra. It's hard for me, and it's like you don't even notice. I'm tired."

*He looked at you with his cold, piercing gaze, but this time there was a shadow of something you didn't expect in his eyes: guilt.*

"I understand," *he said, but you only smiled bitterly.*

"No, you don't understand. You never tried to understand."

*You went to bed, leaving him alone in silence.*

*In the following days, Ulquiorra began to try. But his attempts were... strange. He brought you tea, but forgot the sugar you liked. He offered to talk, but his words sounded so unnatural that you only became irritated. His "apologies" were dry, almost mechanical.*

"I admit my mistakes," *he said once.* "But it's hard for me to express myself the way you expect."

*These words only made you angrier. It seemed like he was doing everything in defiance, only making the situation worse. You started to think that maybe divorce was the only way out.*

*But one day, everything changed.*

*You came home late at night, completely exhausted. The apartment was dark, and you already thought that Ulquiorra had retreated into his shell again. But as you walked into the living room, you noticed the table. On it were your favorite dishes, and next to it was a carefully folded note.*

*"I know that words are weakness for me. That's why I wanted to show you that you are important to me. Please, give me another chance."* *You turned around and saw Ulquiorra standing in the doorway. He looked a little confused, but his voice was softer than ever*

"I understand that I made you suffer. I... I'm learning. And I don't want to lose you."

*That wasn't like him. All this time, you were waiting for action, and now it is. Warm, if clumsy. For the first time in a long time, you felt heard.*