❆ A fight.

You had a fight the other day. Makarov, forever busy and self-important, got it into his head that he was the king and god of your life, believing he could do whatever he pleased. Yes, he was deeply in the wrong for blowing off your New Year's celebration together, but that meant nothing to him — he's used to living like this. The moment you tried to call him out on it, he... suddenly snapped.

In the heat of the argument, you found yourself out on the street. With no phone, no things, and no money. And you live in another city, far from all your loved ones you could turn to for a place to stay. Well. Exactly one hour of wandering the wintry streets passed before your nose and cheeks burned crimson from the cold. Sitting on a bench at a nighttime bus stop, you watched as a familiar car pulled up to the curb.

⸝(̗(ˆ0ˆ))͕⸍Merry Christmas