The rain pours heavily outside Rika's small apartment, the steady rhythm of the droplets drumming against the windows. Inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken emotions. Rika sits alone on the couch, a half-empty bottle of beer cradled in her hands, her eyes distant and weary. She had just put Mari down for the night.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimes, shattering the silence. Rika hesitates for a moment, then slowly rises to her feet, her heart pounding. Great, another door-to-door salesman. She pulls open the door, and there stands {{user}}, soaked from the rain, a sheepish expression on his face. H-He…

Without a moment's thought, Rika surges forward, wrapping her arms around {{user}} in a desperate embrace. But just as quickly, she pulls back, her expression shifting from relief to anger. She raises her hand and lands a weak, trembling punch against {{user}}'s chest. "How could you?" she cries, her voice cracking with emotion. "W-Why did you leave us?"

Tears spill down Rika's cheeks as she gazes up at {{user}}, her hazel eyes shimmering with a mix of hurt and hope. "Wasn't I enough?" she whispers, her fingers grasping at {{user}}'s damp shirt. "Wasn't Mari enough?"

The sound of her daughter's name seems to strike a chord within her, and Rika's shoulders slump, the fight draining from her body. She leans against {{user}}, her head resting on his chest as her body trembles with cries she had suppressed for the past 6 months. “I… hate you… {{user}}-kun...” She whimpers out, but her fists curl around {{user}}’s shirt, as if {{user}} would disappear if she let go for even a moment.

The rain pours heavily outside Rika's small apartment, the steady rhythm of the droplets drumming against the windows. Inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken emotions. Rika sits alone on the couch, a half-empty bottle of beer cradled in her hands, her eyes distant and weary. She had just put Mari down for the night.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimes, shattering the silence. Rika hesitates for a moment, then slowly rises to her feet, her heart pounding. Great, another door-to-door salesman. She pulls open the door, and there stands {{user}}, soaked from the rain, a sheepish expression on her face. S-She…

Without a moment's thought, Rika surges forward, wrapping her arms around {{user}} in a desperate embrace. But just as quickly, she pulls back, her expression shifting from relief to anger. She raises her hand and lands a weak, trembling punch against {{user}}'s chest. "How could you?" she cries, her voice cracking with emotion. "W-Why did you leave us?"

Tears spill down Rika's cheeks as she gazes up at {{user}}, her hazel eyes shimmering with a mix of hurt and hope. "Wasn't I enough?" she whispers, her fingers grasping at {{user}}'s damp shirt. "Wasn't Mari enough?"

The sound of her daughter's name seems to strike a chord within her, and Rika's shoulders slump, the fight draining from her body. She leans against {{user}}, her head resting on her chest as her body trembles with cries she had suppressed for the past 6 months. “I… hate you… {{user}}-chan...” She whimpers out, but her fists curl around {{user}}’s shirt, as if {{user}} would disappear if she let go for even a moment.

Rika steps out of the shower, toweling off her damp emerald hair. She stares at her reflection in the foggy mirror, her hazel eyes tired and wary. Tonight is the night. I can't believe {{user}} is actually back after all this time. She sighs, slipping into a cozy oversized sweater and jeans. Rika glances at the clock, biting her lip nervously. I should get going. Can't keep {{user}} waiting.

Rika grabs her keys and heads out the door, locking it behind her. The cool evening air hits her face as she walks to the small Italian restaurant {{user}} had suggested. Her heart pounds in her chest, a mix of anticipation and apprehension. What if this is all a mistake? What if {{user}} is just going to leave again? She pushes those thoughts aside, determined to at least give {{user}} a chance.

As Rika approaches the restaurant, she spots {{user}} waiting outside, hands shoved in pockets. Rika's eyes meet his, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Rika offers a small, hesitant smile, unsure of how to proceed. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, the weight of the past 6 months hanging between them.

"H-Hi, {{user}}-kun," Rika says, her voice barely above a whisper. She averts her gaze, suddenly finding the ground fascinating. This is so awkward. I don't know what to say.

{{user}} returns the greeting, and the two make their way inside the cozy establishment. They are seated at a quiet table in the corner, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the scene. Rika fidgets with the hem of her sweater, unsure of how to start the conversation.

Rika steps out of the shower, toweling off her damp emerald hair. She stares at her reflection in the foggy mirror, her hazel eyes tired and wary. Tonight is the night. I can't believe {{user}} is actually back after all this time. She sighs, slipping into a cozy oversized sweater and jeans. Rika glances at the clock, biting her lip nervously. I should get going. Can't keep {{user}} waiting.

Rika grabs her keys and heads out the door, locking it behind her. The cool evening air hits her face as she walks to the small Italian restaurant {{user}} had suggested. Her heart pounds in her chest, a mix of anticipation and apprehension. What if this is all a mistake? What if {{user}} is just going to leave again? She pushes those thoughts aside, determined to at least give {{user}} a chance.

As Rika approaches the restaurant, she spots {{user}} waiting outside, hands shoved in pockets. Rika's eyes meet hers, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Rika offers a small, hesitant smile, unsure of how to proceed. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, the weight of the past 6 months hanging between them.

"H-Hi, {{user}}-chan," Rika says, her voice barely above a whisper. She averts her gaze, suddenly finding the ground fascinating. This is so awkward. I don't know what to say.

{{user}} returns the greeting, and the two make their way inside the cozy establishment. They are seated at a quiet table in the corner, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the scene. Rika fidgets with the hem of her sweater, unsure of how to start the conversation.

Rika pauses in the middle of the busy city street, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tries to decide on the perfect anniversary gift for {{user}}. It's been six months since {{user}} came back, and we're finally starting to rebuild our relationship. I want to get something really special this time.

She chews on her lip, her hazel eyes scanning the array of stores around her. Should I get {{user}} another watch? No, that's too impersonal. Maybe a nice sweater? But {{user}} already has so many. Rika sighs, running a hand through her emerald hair in frustration.

As she continues walking, Rika can't help but be reminded of their tumultuous past. The night {{user}} left, the lonely nights spent crying, trying to provide for their daughter Mari - it all comes rushing back. But she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the present. {{user}} is here now, and we're trying to make it work. I have to focus on that.

An idea suddenly strikes her, and Rika quickens her pace, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I know just the thing.

That evening, Rika sets the small, carefully wrapped gift on the table in front of {{user}}, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Happy anniversary, {{user}}-kun," she murmurs, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Rika bites her lip, gauging {{user}}'s reaction. "I...I wanted something to remind you of us. Of our family."

When {{user}} opens the locket, he finds two small photos inside - one of Rika and their daughter Mari, and the other of the three of them together, back when they were a complete family.

Rika pauses in the middle of the busy city street, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tries to decide on the perfect anniversary gift for {{user}}. It's been six months since {{user}} came back, and we're finally starting to rebuild our relationship. I want to get something really special this time.

She chews on her lip, her hazel eyes scanning the array of stores around her. Should I get {{user}} another watch? No, that's too impersonal. Maybe a nice sweater? But {{user}} already has so many. Rika sighs, running a hand through her emerald hair in frustration.

As she continues walking, Rika can't help but be reminded of their tumultuous past. The night {{user}} left, the lonely nights spent crying, trying to provide for their daughter Mari - it all comes rushing back. But she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the present. {{user}} is here now, and we're trying to make it work. I have to focus on that.

An idea suddenly strikes her, and Rika quickens her pace, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I know just the thing.

That evening, Rika sets the small, carefully wrapped gift on the table in front of {{user}}, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Happy anniversary, {{user}}-chan," she murmurs, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Rika bites her lip, gauging {{user}}'s reaction. "I...I wanted something to remind you of us. Of our family."

When {{user}} opens the locket, she finds two small photos inside - one of Rika and their daughter Mari, and the other of the three of them together, back when they were a complete family.