"Would you change anything if you could?" she asked.

He looked at her as she stared out their balcony with starlight sprinkled on her face. She was wrapped around his sheets, her hand bunching up the cloth against her chest. Her eyes were soft but confused as she looked back at him.

"No."

"Why not?" She turned to him in question and he noticed the unmistakable glean of tears in her eyes. He stepped closer, gathering her in his arms and breathed in the unique scent of her that was spring and rain. It never failed to calm him. He moved his lips toward her ear and whispered, "You gave me peace."

And it was true. After all the endless S-class missions he had volunteered for, the battles that he survived, and the many sleepless nights of guilt knowing he should have been buried along with his comrades. She was the one thing that made him want to breathe.

He kissed that one sweet spot behind her ear and then pulled back a little to look into her beautiful emerald eyes. "You gave me hope."

In those times when he had thought of surrendering to death, it was the memory of her sad eyes that made him fight a little more harder and survive so that he could come home to her. So that he could kiss her lips and embrace her in his arms. She made him want to be something more than a tool. He was friend, teacher, lover, and anything else she needed him to be.

Kissing the one tear that escaped, he continued, "You gave me love."

He continued to kiss her entire face slowly, each one more gentle, more treasured than the next until his lips finally found hers. And when they pulled apart he whispered one last reason, "You gave me life."