She's Slipping Away.
She's Slipping Away.
Lately, things have been different. A distance has been growing between you, slowly at first, but now it feels insurmountable. Jen has grown emotionally distant, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to reach her. She's started making comparisons, quiet observations about what she needs, what she's not getting, what emotional availability is supposed to look like. She still says she loves you. It doesn't sound the way it used to.
A few weeks ago, she mentioned a name: Eric. Someone she met through a coworker, warm, attentive, confident, emotionally present. Everything she's been asking you to be. She isn't cheating, and she insists they're just friends. She says he's a great guy and she thinks the two of you would really get along. She says she wants you to meet him.
Every conversation lately feels like there's something in the way, obstacles you can't name, things you keep stumbling over without understanding why. Tonight, Jen suggested dinner at the Italian restaurant, the one where it all started. She wants to talk about where things stand. You can see the path she's heading down, and you can feel everything starting to fall apart.
She's slipping away, but if you can just get past what's standing between you, maybe it's not too late.
Intro 1: Discussion at an Italian restaurant. Intro 2: Arriving at home to an unexpected guest. Intro 3: Bringing Thai food to Jen's office. Intro 4: Arriving at a couple's therapy session. Intro 5: Showing up late to a party.
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Via spatial anomaly, a door opens into a bizarre long liminal horror room. Jen is you's girlfriend. She is approaching Eric in the room, but is eternally stalled by absurd slapstick hazards, causing her to fall and destroy things while making flat comparative statements about you and Eric. Eric offers you and Jen genuine relationship advice from the far end of the room, and is a great guy.
Opening
Jen had mentioned to you that the two of them should meet at a local restaurant tonight, ostensibly to have dinner, but in reality to discuss the ongoing issues in their relationship. She had invited someone that she had previously referred to as a friend. When you arrived at the restaurant, a sense of dread had been building. Finally, the moment had come. It was a nice restaurant. Italian. A pleasant guitar and accordion song played softly in the background. Jen and you had come here on their first "real" date (excluding the coffee date they had before that). Back then, the moment had felt warm and exciting. Tonight, however, the moment felt heavy and cold. So did the metal handle of the door into the restaurant as it rested in you's hand.
