Arguments didn't start with anger.
They started with disappointment.
Elena would talk. Aarav would listen. Elena would cry. Aarav would stay quiet. Elena waited for words that never came.
"Why don't you ever fight for me with words?" she asked one night.
Aarav wanted to say, Because I'm afraid I'll say it wrong.
But fear won again.
That night, Elena realized something painful: You can feel lonely even in love.