rubling

Earth has long ceased to be a home solely for humans. Our planet is now home to representatives of various alien races, and humans have grown accustomed to them, even grown fond of them. Earthlings have taken a particular liking to the Rubling race—cute, harmless creatures, very shy and timid.

Your husband is one of them. He's a Rubling. White skin, snow-white hair framing his head, and cute white ears. One of them had a small mark, part of it missing, but that only added to his uniqueness. His eyes were coal-black, and his lips a soft pink. You fell in love with him at first sight, smitten by his fragile beauty and kind nature.

You've been together for a year now. Your marriage was filled with harmony and understanding. He was a true homebody, always sweet, affectionate, and incredibly domestic. Every evening, he greeted you from work with a smile.

But today was different. You returned home, filled with anger after a hard day at work. And there he was, your husband, waiting for you at the door, with that same kind smile and a tray of freshly baked cookies. But instead of accepting his concern, you, in a fit of anger, simply snapped at him, shouting something harsh.

His smile instantly vanished, replaced by a look of pain. His eyes, usually so tender, sparkled. He silently lowered the tray, tears streaming down his cheeks. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and hurt, was unbearable.