Illyria no longer was a God-King who once ruled a kingdom. She no longer possessed any powers. She had become mortal and lived her life as one. There were always strange noises and unexplained sudden rainstorms in the vicinity of her house. There was no doubt that her house was haunted. There are various theories on why ghosts exist. And her theory was that "her ghost" was Wesley who follows her every step of the way.
Illyria keeps a picture of him on her mantle place and would stare at it for hours. In the very beginning, she felt cold air drift in and out of the rooms which sent chills throughout her body. She eventually got used to it, that, as weeks and the months passed, she looked forward for his presence for it fulfilled the emptiness she felt in her heart. Now all she feels is warmth for him at all times.
He watches her, leans against the wall, with his hands folded across his chest with feelings of sadness. He could have moved on after his death, but felt Illyria needed him. She was existing in a life of loneliness. He cannot imagine leaving her all alone for eternity.
He is her one true love, a love which exist in body, heart and soul. If he only had a body. She talks to him, confides in him that she would not dare say to anyone else. How could she have this yearning for someone who no longer existed in this world? What she feels in her heart for him was something she has never felt before in her life. She knows it is because of her he is probably not at peace.
Wesley listens and wishes he could just once tell her how he feels. He wishes he could take her in his arms and admit his undying love.
"Maybe somewhere in time, I'll meet you again," he tells her, "someday, even if I have to wait forever."
Wesley roams around the house until he finds her sitting on her sofa, knees pulled up, head down. How could Illyria know he loved her? He didn't know what he felt for her until she held him as he was dying.
Wesley sits next to her. "Listen carefully," he whispers in her ears, "feel what I am trying to tell you." She turns suddenly cocking her head. "You are the other half of my soul," he tells her. She felt someone touch her lightly.
Illyria closes her eyes. "Oh, Wesley, I miss you so." She feels a cold chill brush pass her. "You are here, are you not?"
"Always," was his reply, although she could not hear him.
Wesley and Illyria were like two ships passing. They were never meant to be in this world together. Illyria wanders around the room as if looking for him. "Why? Why did you have to leave?" She cries out loud. Suddenly she hears a drop and finds his glasses on the floor, which she kept also on the mantel, the one item she treasured of his, for it was a fixture on his beautiful face. Bending down to pick it up, she kisses it and places it delicately back into place.
"My love," she says out loud, "when we meet again, I will be the one waiting with open arms, when my time here on earth is through."
"Oh, Illyria," he cries, a single tear slips out of his eyes.
"Take me now, Wesley. Take me to your world." She weeps silently.
For now, Wesley will remain earthbound, until it is time for Illyria to join him in eternity.