Her

The winds are howling smashing against his walls.  The relentless onslaught of power from the depths fight and fight.  He hears the strength of the battle.  He knows the power of that wind only because he began to fight.  Before.  Before when he let it take him there was no lasting struggle.  There was only his breath.  There was only himself and no other.  Everything was different.  He knew where the wind would take him.  He had seen it in his dreams.  They go back to the depth from where they came.  He knew the death they bring.  Still he let them take him.  He forgot the future and lived only the present.  The quiet alone present.  Then he saw, he saw the reason he had to fight.  The reason he had to grab and hold on.  The reason to battle the depths that so greedily grabbed at him.  He saw her.  Her tragic beautiful figure standing, a fighter.  He knew he needed to fight for her.  To struggle against all that would take him.  To be near her he would have to hold fast against the black tempest.  He fought and fought.  He began to fear he couldn't do it.  He couldn't hold on to that chaste ground.  Then he felt her.  Her reverent hand on his face.  Holding him.  Her strength seeping into his exhausted body.  He knew he could do it.  He could win the war against the storm.  He felt the wind begin to cease its hold on him.  He looked up and saw his barrier.  The wall she had made for him to keep out the storm.  He let his hold slacken on the ground.  He felt her warmth feel him with love.  He knew he could do it.  He felt hope.  He looked into her eyes and saw all that he could be.  She leaned in and whispered "I will always love you".  He did not know why she had chosen him.  Why her love was given to him but he didn't need to.  She was his home when he needed one.  The winds are still heard beating themselves in a useless stuggle to take him, but she defends him.