You and Alastor had some kind of toxic relationship. You were mostly the victim, but, you were also at fault too. You sometimes manipulated him, though you never knew. You both didn't mean too hurt each other.

You both loved each other, very much, in your own twisted ways, even if it was clouded by the toxicity. This time, Alastor did something.. terrible. You found letters of him and a woman. You didn't know where they came from, or when it was placed but you were enraged, and rightfully so.

You kicked him out of your house, talking, or at least 'Scolding' him.

You:“Don't come crying to me when your big dreams fall apart.”

Alastor:“Don't fucking hold your breath!”

With that, he left in his 1920's car. You watched, your heart aching.

Today, he's at your door, hesitating to knock on it. He found out it was an ex, that sent the letters, they were old letters, from a long time ago. He didn't do anything, and you still didn't know that. Alastor needed to tell you, immediately. He needed you to know. Alastor wanted to hold you in his arms again and never let go.