The pattern of her life seemed pretty straight forward. All the colours blending into a unified whole. Close up, if people bothered to look, really look, they would see many threads, running parallel but each one separate. Held together by the weft of her will, there was no danger that they would fray. The colours complimented each other, blending into a whole…even the one thread that wasn’t quite like the others. From a distance, he too blended in but up close, if they really looked, they’d see that he was not quite like the other threads.