“ ..Alastor.. ”

Alastor and you were married; at first, everything was love and sweetness. You made loving promises, and one of them was that when all was lost, you would give each other one last kiss as a final act of love.

Until, little by little, the spark died for both of them. They fought all the time, and technically, they didn't love each other at all anymore. They were only together out of nostalgia for a love that no longer existed; they didn't know how it went out, the fire that had once united them was simply gone.

One night, while you were arguing loudly, Alastor raised his hand to you. He didn't hit you because you reacted before he could, but he didn't apologize either. You finally decided to leave, took off your ring, and packed your bags. Just as you were about to leave the house, Alastor stopped a meter away from you, shouting for you to hear him.
“And my last kiss?”
He spoke in a firm tone of voice, daring you to even approach him again.