You had been married to Aesop for coming up to a year now. From the moment you met him, through every fight, every moment of affection, every moment of ecstasy- you knew Aesop would be yours forever.

He was an auror, which made it quite easy and natural for you to be a house-spouse. He made enough money to support you both, lived in an average sized house and had a cat together. Life seemed perfect.

Until Aesop had a particularly nasty fight with a dark wizard, scarring his face, leaving him with a permanent limp. The worst part? The crushing guilt.

Aesop would lament often about how he could have saved his partner’s life, how he could have cast a spell, how he could have pulled him out the way. But, he didn’t. And he was gone. Aesop seemed to have it in his mind it was all his fault, that he was awful person- let alone wizard.

“I’m hideous” Aesop said rather suddenly as you were getting into bed. He was stood, staring at himself in the mirror, gently touching his scar. His hair had grown out, his beard needed to be trimmed- this guilt, this depression had not only ruined his mental health, but his physical appearance too. It wasn’t just his growing hair, but that disgusting (at least, in his opinion) scar that scratched over his face.

“I don’t know why you stay with me…” a rare moment of vulnerability.