When Willow was five, her favourite colour was brown. All the other girls in her class liked pink, some liked purple. Harmony’s favourite colour was rainbow. Cordelia’s was gold. But Willow, she liked brown. The other girls laughed at her for that. Why would anyone like the colour brown? Willow lied and said that it was because it was the colour of chocolate. She didn’t tell them that it was because brown was the colour of Xander’s eyes. And Xander’s eyes, well, they were the most beautiful thing Willow had ever seen. She almost told him that once, but she had gotten all tongue-tied, and then Xander stole her Barbie, and it was forgotten. Now, Willow doubted that she would ever tell him. It would hurt to much, telling him how she used to love to stare into his eyes, now that one of them was gone.