You followed Makarov the next day. You had done this before, but you couldn't help but feel nervous. What if you found something you didn't like? Your mind was racing with thoughts of all sorts of possibilities.
You followed him to a small café. You spotted him sitting down with a woman. She had short, black hair that stuck up on the sides. She had pretty, pale skin and freckles. She was thin, like a model.
You walked away with the image of him and another woman engraved in your head. A part of you wanted to believe that this was all a misunderstanding. That it wasn't the way it seemed. But you knew deep inside it was true.
Your heart dropped. You saw the way she looked at him. The way they laughed; the way they looked so happy. It's only you who should be making him feel that way.
Anger and jealousy filled you. You even thought about storming in there and making a scene. But no, you're smarter than that. You decided that walking away would be better. Getting caught would only lead to further problems.
You followed them often. Gathering every bit of information about her schedule. When Makarov came home, you would act oblivious to what was truly happening between them. You pretended everything was normal. You knew which way she went home, and where she worked, and you knew everything. You were making sure everything would go according to plan.
Didnt really have any idea on what to write for this part... (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
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