The damp cold night pressed into Elphaba's thick cloak and her emerald skin. The stars surrounding her shone vivaciously as she started to move the broom she was mounted on downwards. A lonely feeling pressed inside her as she did this. Fiyero wasn't there, at least not on this earth. She had been a stupid bitch and tried to contact Glinda after she and Fiyero had fled Oz together, and it was burning her now because of it.
Elphaba's feet softly planted in the muck that was on the out edges of Oz just before the desert started that eventually killed anyone who entered. She turned her head skywards and let a hard breath out, seeing it because it was so cold. The cold started to press into her, but never reached her. The numb spot that Fiyero left in her could not be touched by no amount of pain. The only thing the numbness gave her with was an incredible feeling of fatigue.
A damp system of caves was the only thing to offer the witch shelter as the wind blew hard across her soft skinned face. Elphaba threw her cloak down on the floor, trying her hardest not to get wet, but had to let out a cry of pain as several drops of water dripped down from the ceiling and sizzled into her neck. Elphaba lowered her self to the ground, setting her broom delicately beside her on a space of flat stone. She drifted off into a restless sleep as she dreamed the worst night in her existence.
"Fae, run!" Fiyero had shouted as two Ozian guards clasped his straw arms behind his back, beginning to twist them together.
Elphaba in a flurry of panic screamed,
"Yero, stop! They only want me!"
Fiyero had lifted his head to meet her gaze and whispered just loud enough for her to hear,
"Fae, my love, live my life through yours, have happiness."
One of the guards had stopped him from saying anything else by ripping his axe through Fiyero's scarecrow face, killing him instantly. Elphaba had flow into the trees when she heard his final cry pierce the pitch black night.
This horrible dream woke Elphaba up, sweating and quivering despite the coldness around her, knocking her broom to the side in one quick retching motion. A moan left her lips as tears dripped down from her eyelids. She couldn't defy gravity anymore without him.
Elphaba pulled a broken bayonet end out from the folds of her thick black dress, squinted her eyes shut, and in a quick fluid motion dug it into her abdomen, killing her and what her and Fiyero had created together every night. Blood poured from an the deep cut horribly, leaving the warm, sticky substance on Elphaba's fingers.
Fiyero's lips suddenly touched her, pulling hers into his, making all her numbness go away. Elphaba smiled because she knew she had just left Oz behind forever. The Ozian guards would track her down for the final time. The Wicked Witch's corpse would be proof. Elphaba's smile grew to a length un like ever before because she knew that she was dead.