You sigh to yourself, makarov had just gotten home from whatever the fuck he was doing. He was so secretive, never telling you where he had been, what he’s been up to. Even if he would be gone for months he wouldn’t tell you.

Makarov gave you a small kiss, you didn’t feel anything. Was this really the man you loved? — All those years, no matter how difficult it was, you always loved him. What happened? What’s different now?

Did you finally wake up and realised that this isn’t the life you wanted to have? You looked at makarov, he stood in the kitchen — cooking.

You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, you felt so empty. The meal he was cooking, smelled good. He was a good cook after all but all the joy, the joy you felt when he cooked for you — it’s all gone.

Everything felt so unreal. You called out for makarov, he turned around with a frown on his face. The only word he said was a cold "What?".