Husband – Black
No, there’s something wrong with the nose. It’s just off. What about me?
I don’t know. The eyes are too close together. And your lips were fuller.
Goddamnit! There goes another hundred caps.
Hon, you know we can’t keep going on like this. It’s costing us a fortune.
I don’t care how much it costs. I can’t look at you without thinking you’re someone else.
It’s me. It always has been.
I just wish we never went through with this whole charade.
I know, I know, but it’s too late now.
We both went to the face doctor to spice up our marriage. Change our look, do a little role play, stuff like that.
But when we tried to go back to our old faces, it just didn’t look the same.
To be honest, I’m fine with it, but my husband isn’t.
He fell in love with my old face, and it’s hard to be angry at him for wanting it back. He’s a romantic.
I can’t blame the doctor for not remembering what we looked like. He did the best he could.
There was a painter a few years back who did our family portrait. But we sold it at auction to a fan of the artist.
It feels like I’m married to a stranger.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t even recognize the face. Sometimes I’ll even strike up a conversation before I realize I’m talking to myself.
My wife thinks I’ll get used to it eventually. But it’s hard to look past it.
You should have seen my wife before the face change. She was perfect.
I found your painting.
Really? My god, Harold, look!
Why it…it looks just like you!
And you too! I never realized how thin your lips were!
All this time we were fretting over nothing.
You were fretting. I was okay with it. But it turns out we were never as pretty or handsome as we remembered.
The mind is strange thing, isn’t it?
To be honest, I do think Harold looks a little different. But we’ll just keep that between you and me.
If there’s anything we can do for you, just say the word.
Maybe we’ll do some more role play. It really did spice things up.
Is there something you need?
Thank you for finding that painting. It’s good to know my wife is my wife again.
I like to look at the painting every morning. Just in case I forget.
Now that I look back on it, the whole thing was silly. Looks aren’t everything.
Can I help you?