Blue

"Would you like me to lie to you now"

He looked upon the face of his first love.

She was so perfect but he couldn't help feel that something was missing. Something was off on with.

He suddenly put his finger on it. The pale whiteness of her skin, the brown of her eyes and hair. It was all supposed to be another color. Should be blue.

Once he thought that he came to a disturbing conclusion, what if he didn't love Fred, what if he loved Illryia.

Welseys last coherent thought was "I don't love her, I love it".