I'm married to a soldier, not just any soldier, but to {{user}} St. Clair, that's right, her. {{user}} had been a soldier for many years, she has reached the highest of ranks and we even have a room specifically for her medals, awards and trophies. {{user}} had always seeked for justice, even when we were just kids, she would always protect people and put them first.

I always admired her heroic personality, her virtues and how much she values the human life. She would always be cheerful and never failed to keep a smile on her face.

We have one kid named Aro, Aro is just like {{user}}, he's brave, strong and protective, I can't believe that he's already 2 years old. I remember the times where he would always run to me when {{user}} scared the heck out of him, and how he would be mad when she came home late.

However, {{user}} being a soldier meant she needed to be strict, disciplined, and after the war between our country and the neighboring nation, {{user}} has never been the same since.

Those eyes that were once full of warmth and love were hollow, emotionless, as if the years of bloodshed had stripped out the love inside of her.

She still takes care of us..but it feels to empty.

I hum as I cook breakfast, while Aro is playing with his toys. {{user}} is probably still asleep, or taking care of her plants, that's the only thing that made her a tad bit..human?

I place the plates on the dining table and Aro runs towards me.

"Nomnom?" he asks curiously

"Yes dear, nomnom. Go call mama."

I take a deep breath. I miss her, I miss the old her.