Disclaimer: Wicked is still not mine. And I'm sure you still know that.
AN: This was actually a project for my English class the other day. It's also the first time I've written something that didn't end sadly. Reviews are appreciated!
Elphaba and Fiyero sat on the edge of the Suicide Canal. He held a rock in his hand, turning it over absentmindedly. Meanwhile, she stared off into the distance.
"I still don't see what you see in me," she said.
"Fae," Fiyero replied, dropping the rock to take her hands in his, "I don't know how to make you understand-" and then he had an idea. Fiyero threw the rock he'd been playing with in the canal. The water rippled out in the center, making little waves. "Do you see that"
"Yes."
"You're like that. More people like still water than moving water, but moving water is beautiful too."
Elphaba smiled, still not believing him. "I love you."
"I love you, too."