A small drabble in my thoughts. I started listening to Wicked soundtrack and thinking about my non-existant love-life at the same time. This story resulted.
Dedication- To Elphaba.
Disclaimer- I"m not a genius. Nor a musical prodigy. Nor anything. That's why I own absolutely nothing.
It's never going to be me is it? It's always never going to be me.
You know, it's kind of ironic, me, falling in love. The loveless freak of nature. The one my mother wouldn't touch unless she had to, the one my father wouldn't look at. I don't know what love is, except for books. They describe it as warm comfort, hot passion, blushed cheeks and racing hearts. My heart does speed up, but I feel nothing from him.
That stubborn, idiotic, concieted, wonderful Prince. He could melt me with his eyes alone. Who does he think he is anyway? He comes waltzing in and takes Shiz by storm. Five fanclubs already and he just arrived yeterday. Oh Wizard, what am I to do? I've fallen in...love with the most eligible egocentric idiot!!
He's astounding. He can make people listen to him just by dancing through life. They respect him. Why don't they respect others like that? I suppose it's because he's royalty. That doesn't matter. What matters is what is in your heart. His heart...
Oh, Gods. What am I doing? Why am I falling in love? This isn't supposed to be happening! He already has a Princess. My roommate. She's the one he deserves. She's beautful...talented...popular...Everything I'm not. Oh but how I wish it weren't so!
No! Stop it Elphaba! Don't wish! Don't start!! It'll only hurt you. Don't reach for the stars. They're out of your reach anyway. Watch him from afar. Love from afar. That way, you won't be hurt.
You're never that girl. She is. But...he touched my hand. It was just an accident. Nothing happened to him. Why fall in love? It only hurts! Get a grip!!
Elphaba looked up at the bridge above her. The cage sat empty next to her. She had a fleeting thought about the safety of the lion cub, but that was dashed from her mind with the apperance of two figures on the bridge. They leaned against each other, talking and whispering. Galinda whispered something into Fiyero's ear. He, in turn, laughed. Elpahba turned away from the heart-wrentching sight, just as it started to rain.
Why can't that be me? Why can't I be on his arm? Why are things the way they are? Stop dreaming, Elphie. Things can't be the way that you wish. No dream-worlds.
I'm not that girl. I never will be. There's a girl I know...he loves her so...I'm not that girl...
Something from my mind. Flames are accepted. I expect them for this piece.