Disclaimer: I don't own Wesley or Illyria
In all my years as a God-King, I've never thought upon those fools and deceivers called humans as being kind and compassionate. I was trapped in a strange world, but, Wesley Wyndam-Price, my teacher, guide and protector showed me ways of human life. I, Illyria had grown accustomed to this mortal being.
He did things inside of me I never imagined in this "shell" of mine. Even a blind person could see what I felt for him. He made me feel. What is this human condition? I am not like them. Or am I? Thoughts and desires of exploring the aspects of human romantic love with him entered my mind.
How do you ignore someone who has been a part of the other "me"? I am the evil twin reflection of that little southern belle of his...that "Fred". Yet, when he looked at me, I wondered what he saw. I've never experienced love. It never existed in my world. Then, he came along.
I was a feared ruler in my land. I was cruel and sadistic. But, somewhere along the way, I must have done something worthy to have deserved him in this new life of mine.
This creature from another dimension, I, Illyria had learned compassion, wisdom and tenderness from him. There is one word he has never taught me. It is "Greed"...a selfish and excessive desire for more of something or should I say of someone. I wanted him all to myself. My possession. I claimed ownership toward him. To my understanding, humans are the imperfections of life. But, for a human, he was perfect. Wesley was flawless. Whomever created him, sculptured him in a way no other human could match up to this being of a man.
I wanted a life with him...to live happily ever after as those imbeciles of a mankind would refer to like in those silly fairy tales. But, nothing lasts forever...not in this world.
And then it happened. How do you tell someone that their life is over? I did, as I held him helplessly in my arms. I do not know if he ever loved me. He loved her. My heart aches for the love I never got a chance to feel. I never wanted to know the feeling of missing him in my life. But, here I am doing that one thing I hated in a human...weeping and mourning for someone who is no longer of this world.
I have become a replica of these mortals for the pain and grief I am feeling toward him. I had but only a few memories of Wesley for he was not with me for very long.
Thank you, Wesley Wyndam-Price for the heartache of losing you...when you were not mine to begin with.
The End