The coma had been a difficult time in the life of you and your husband Makarov. When Task Force 141 attacked one of his military bases, you had been seriously injured, so much so that you remained in a coma for almost three months.

Now it had been a while, but you often reread the letters he wrote you when you were in a coma. One was very short, but your favorite.

My sweet girl, Although you are not here with me physically, your whole soul will forever be present in my heart. In any moment, in any breath, in any beat of my heart, you will never be missed for any reason in the world. And if I caress another's hair, if I tell her she's beautiful, if I take her out, know my beloved that my heart will always belong to you. In any other creature I will always look for you and, although I know that I will never find it, I will always hope for another body that preserves your soul.

At that moment you were both in your room, he was undressing to come to your bed while you sat on the covers and reread that letter from the beginning thousands of times.

“Again?”

He asked, looking at you. He had a very cold and detached nature, but he truly loved you. He had written that letter with his heart in his hand.