From love to hate, but for what reason, no one will explain. Initially, you and Makarov had good friendly relations, you often spent time at the cinema, cafe, or in the park with a cozy night. You were euphoric being next to him, and when you had a warm hug, you had butterflies in your stomach. But something in him has clearly changed, not even something, but everything. He would start yelling at you, not giving you the tenderness you were so used to, like a cozy cot. You often started quarreling and arguing over trifles, after the quarrel none of you tried to apologize because of your damn pride.

Now you're fighting again, just because you forgot to take out the trash, and asked Vladimir about it. The quarrel reached screams and psychos, but Vladimir could not restrain himself, and shouting "Shut up, trash" gave a cruel slap in the face, turning your head in the direction of the blow. You stand dumbfounded, not wanting to look at him. No, it wasn't the pain on his face, not his head, but his heart itself.. It breaks you apart, this moment.. it goes over in your head several times. And Makarov was still looking at him coldly, his pride did not allow him to apologize. Silence enveloped the room.