Author's Note: I'm sure you're all sick of these little one-shots, but when one is inspired one is inspired. Hope you enjoy this one, interpret as you will
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
People often ask what he is to me. More often than not I just shrug and tell them he's my best friend. How could they possibly understand the truth? He's my best friend, but he's much more than just that. He's my savior, my rock, the only one who's ever truly cared. He's saved me too many times to count in the ten years that I've known him, he's the reason I walked off of the battlefields. He's always listened to me, not matter how ridiculous I can be, and he usually has the sense not to laugh at me.
Sometimes he remembers everything he's been through and I watch the pain cloud over the emerald of his eyes and turn them to mist; it's then that my heart breaks for him because there's nothing I can do to erase that deep abiding hurt. Then the mists clear and he smiles at me again, but I know it's always there, pressing for admission to his thoughts.
There are times when he's inconsiderate and stupid, and times when he simply doesn't get it. There are times when he's impatient and frustrating but I live through it because I know it's an essential part of his character. He's hurt me before, he's wounded me right down to my soul without even knowing it; I've wept over him, but I've also laughed with him and shared the childlike joy of dancing with him, and to me that makes all the difference.
So you see he's so much more than just a friend. Maybe the next person who asks the ever burning question will hear the truth, pure and simple. He's everything.