Once upon a time. I stood looking at his lifeless body. I had granted him one wish on the last moment of his life. His wish was for me not to be Illyria, but that southern belle he so was mesmerized by.
He was the object of my desire. He was dying. He was sprawled on the floor bleeding. I rush to him and cradle him into my arms. He knew he had only but a few moments to live.
His dying wish was for me to assume the form of his lady love, Winifred Burkle, "Fred" as she was called. I do so and they say their tearful final goodbye. But, it is I, Illyria who is crying as I painfully wrap my arms around him. Human love is very complicated.
Love? Is that what it is called? I have destroyed mankind. What do you expect from someone as heartless as I am. Why is it then, what I feel for him is something out of my control? When did I suddenly begin to grow a heart? Why do I ask? I could feel it breaking.
I weep for a man who doesn't love me. He says "I love you" and I see a faint of hope. But, it is not I he is saying those words to. I took over her body, but a piece of her heart stayed within me. That piece was the one that kept the love she felt for him. I didn't ask to have these mortal traits. And now, it is I who long to be in his arms and never wanting him to let me go.
I have one wish to be granted. I wish to not have these feelings in me and to again be that uncaring and detached blue creature who never gave a thought in ending someone's life. To torture them and having no remorse was something I've done a thousand times over.
Yet, I just have one small dream. It is for him to love me, even if it is only for a short time, for I will carry it in my heart throughout eternity.
I've heard love causes a lot of pain. So, why do humans fall in love? Why did I? For I am not human. As I held him in my arms comforting him, his head leaned against my chest, I wondered if he heard my heart whispering "I love you."
"If my love could hold you, if only it could."
"To you, Wesley Wyndam Pryce. May you shine in eternity."