You smiled at the pleasant sound coming from outside the magnificent white house, that held no compare to the music that flowed out. Each note so skillfully played after the other one in perfect timing that made your heart leap as you imagined the musician of such fine music playing so gracefully on his piano. And the even though you were outside of the house you could still picture the calm and serene look on his face after the delicate piece was played. Another song was starting so you slipped in quietly from the back and set the groceries down on the counter of the kitchen.

You loved when your Austrian husband Rodrich played piano, it was always such and experience. You tiptoed up the stairs and in to the magical room that he was playing in. Sun beams came streaming in from the windows hitting the brunette just perfectly and giving a soft glow to his figure making you sigh in contentment. You swayed with the song and you were in such a daze you didn't notice that the music had stopped and two arms were around your waist.

"(Name). Vhat do you think your doing, coming in without telling me?" although his face looked disappointed in your actions his voice sounded interested and eager to know.

You smiled fondly at him which made his heart race and his face redden. With a sweet voice you answered back, "Because I love listening to you." His face began to heat up even more as he looked away embarrassed in desperate need to hide the blush on his face. You giggled and kiss his cheek before heading down stairs to put away the groceries. He knew you loved hearing him play and he would play anyway but... The reason why was always two very conflicting emotions.

You see, it all started three year before your wedding on a day quite like this.

Birds were chirping, the sun was shining down and in to the windows giving no need for any unnatural light, and the wind was giving a slight breeze keeping the temperature at a content warmth. You were outside of the house, your body and clothes dirty and your eyes swollen from tears. You hadn't eaten for two days and had some dirty pond water which gave you a fever, making your current condition worse that it already was. The sun shined on you outlining your (hair color) hair and the bags underneath your tired (eye color) eyes.

You scowled at the sun feeling it mock you as your small body slumped against the exterior wall. You felt like giving up, you knew you had nothing else to live for, not even bothering to look back on the reason why you were in this state. You looked around the property avoiding being in eye sight and found a piece of glass, most likely broken off a wine bottle and held it close to your wrist, hot tears flowing down your dirtied face.

But then you heard a melodious sound coming out of the house, a sound so beautiful that you dropped the shard of glass and cupped your hand to your ear so that you could hear it better. It wasn't anything too fancy like Moztart just a simple song that described the beautiful day. Thats when you had found what you had to live for, that person playing the piano. That person who saved your life.

You had managed to survive off the food in the garden and water from the hose but of course the musician had found you in no time and been very angry, but when he had saw you his heart softened and he made sure that you were fed well, cleaned up, given fresh new clothes, and a goodnight's rest. But a day turn in to three, and three turned into a few weeks and then in to months and finally to years.

Rodrich and you had fallen in love and gotten married making you his something to live for also. After the two of you had married, you told him about how his music had stopped you from killing yourself which made him heartbroken, furious, and touched all at the same time. But he loved you and promised never to let you get in that state again.

Rodrich's purple eyes followed your body as you moved out of the room, amazed at how you still had the ability to make him feel like a giddy schoolboy who had just had their first kiss from the prettiest girl in class. After a while of contemplating his thoughts he sighed and smiled, resuming his seat on the table. But not before taking a whiff of the sausages (Name) had decided to make.

He placed his hands on the piano keys and smiled as he played another song for his beautiful wife, the song that had saved her life and started his own.

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated! I'm currently on a bad case of writer's block, plus the piles of homework I have from school, and my bedroom that needs to be cleaned. I wrote this outta no where after listening to a couple of anime openings played on piano. Look up Sakura Kiss piano version, its SUPER pretty! Anyways, please review or favorite or just something if you liked the story! Next chapter won't go up till I get five reviews!