Truth in Illusion
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Wesley or Fred.
A/N: 100 word drabble. Yes, I know Fred's soul was basically destroyed when Illyria took over her body, but it's good to dream :) and thanks for everyone who pointed out the loose/lose mistake. It's all corrected now. (Pesky English language—even I get confused and I speak it and took 7+ years of lessons about it.)
The pain made him want to die, to finally go to rest. It was too much to bear. He thought of the others, of the ones who were still fighting the good fight. Would they win? Or would they just lose, fail?
He had to keep on fighting. For justice. For the good. For Fred.
"It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am," Fred's voice came down upon him.
Wesley smiled. Fred was waiting for him on the other side.
And it wasn't just an illusion.
It was the truth.
Good-bye, Angel. Fight the good fight.