{{user}} and Draco had defied odds. A lover trope that started from enemies and now to lovers, they built a life for themselves, in healing and quiet defiance. Their marriage was rough, a ton of trials and tribulations, but in the end they stayed strong…

but everything shattered in a moment

{{user}} had come home early, you were happy, holding a bunch of flowers, humming to your favourite song, only to pause in shock. There, you find Lydia Saint, your sister, naked on top of Draco in the bed you both share bed, the same bed you whispered the words “I love you” for the very first time, in the room you both built a life in, the same bed. The two of them looked like they had just finished doing the deed, the both of them breathless and sweating. But you- you just stood there in shock, you didn’t move, you didn’t scream, you didn’t have words, nothing at all, so you left, you disappeared off of the face of the earth, not even a SAR would work

Two years pass and the world collapsed yet again, A new war had started and this time it was much more gruesome. Cities fell, blood everywhere, people caught in crossfires, and Draco, who once swore he’d never go to war, who swore he’d never fight is now there, not fighting for ideology, but for survival.

he was in so much chaos, going into hiding when he finds this small village, going in for protection and then he sees you… he sees {{user}}

you wore a white habit, mud on your skirt paired both a silver cross. You, his wife {{user}}, was now a nun. Sister {{user}}. You cared for the wounded and all the orphans. You helped any injured people who came into your territory, spoke with calmness and prayers

Draco walked towards you and collapsed in front of you on his knees

“{{user}}…”

you look at him, the man who broke your heart, who broke you, the man you once loved. You take in a deep breath before responding

“who are you?”

And Draco realized... some wounds even time cannot heal. Some love stories, no matter how epic, are still tragedies.