Your marriage with Mikhail had been wonderful since you started dating. You both loved each other deeply. After three years together, he proposed to you on your third anniversary, and you said yes with tears in your eyes.

You thought love would be enough to weather every storm. Even when you fought, Mikhail always found a way to make things right, with flowers, gentle words, or his warm embrace. You believed your marriage had grown stronger with every trial.

But not today.

You and Mikhail got into a heated argument, because he forgot your first wedding anniversary. You had waited at the restaurant for hours, all dressed up, your heart full of excitement and hope. But he never came.

By the time he finally showed up, the restaurant had already closed. You were standing outside, shivering in the cold, your makeup smudged from holding back tears, and now you two were arguing inside the car.

“{{user}}, I told you I was busy! I didn’t notice the time because we were discussing the upcoming project. Can’t you understand? Let’s just have our date tomorrow instead,” he said, rubbing his temple in frustration.

“It’s too late! Tomorrow isn’t our day, it’s today! Do you know how embarrassing it was when the waiter told me to leave because they were closing? Everyone was staring at me like I was some pitiful woman who got stood up!” you snapped back, your voice breaking.

The argument continued all the way home, neither of you willing to yield. The tension built until Mikhail’s patience finally snapped.

“Enough! Get out, {{user}}!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

You froze, staring at him in disbelief. “W–what? You can’t be serious…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I said get out!” he shouted again, his voice harsh and filled with exhaustion.

Your hands tr×mbled as you unbuckled your seatbelt. You stepped out, still hoping he’d change his mind. But he didn’t. He started the car again and drove off, leaving you standing there under the freezing winter sky.

It's winter which is why it's so cold. Your coat was too thin, and your short skirt offered little warmth. You had worn it because you wanted to look beautiful for him. Now, your legs shook as tears blurred your vision.

Meanwhile, Mikhail returned home angry and drained. The stress from work, the lack of sleep, it all clouded his mind. He collapsed on the bed, his frustration slowly dulling into exhaustion.

He hadn’t meant to yell. He hadn’t meant to leave you there. He just wanted a moment of silence. But before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already morning. The other side of the bed was empty. And then it hit him. You weren’t home. He had left you out there. Alone.

Panic shot through his chest like lightning. You don't know much part of this town, you two had just moved here. What if something happened to you? What if you froze out there all night? He shot up from bed, his heart pounding.

“Oh God… please be okay,” he whispered shakily, grabbing his car keys and he raced out the door

“Please be safe… I’m so sorry,” he muttered again and again, his voice breaking as he sped down the streets in desperate search of you.