"Do you care for me, human?"
Every moment I could bring myself to look at her, a heavy reminder of my loss laced in brilliant blue, I saw stranger looking back at me.
(someone that was an invader in my world, someone that broke it)
She, if you could even call her such, was busy trying to understand this world that was strange to her and because of that damn face it was my job to help her come to know it.
(while this heart of mine was still bleeding and it was clear that it would never heal)
But it did not help that every time I looked her way, seeing the lips I had kissed in the little time I had, I saw Fred on the outside but knew she was no longer inside.
Every bit of her was one big beautiful lie; I highly doubt I could handle any more, and that horrible hope was still very much alive, hope that someday it would be Fred inside and out.
"Sadly yes, Illyria, more then you'll ever know."