He blinks. Touches the side of my face, near my eyes. My eyes that are blue now, not green. With oval irises.I'm still me, I say, because my greatest fear now is that he doesn't want a hybrid Amy.He cocks an eyebrow. You think I care if your eyes are blue or green? I just care about you. His hand slips down my arm, and he wraps his pinky finger around mine.You came back to me, I say, my voice breaking over unshead tears of joy.I'll always come back to you, he tells me pulling me close.Always.