"Mine" A Wicked Fanfic- Fiyeraba
Our little affair could have turned into something more. If I hadn't been such a coward... If I hadn't just ran away from him, maybe...
But I did. I now wish I hadn't. I was only trying to protect him, yet killed him instead. Beaten black and blue, until he couldn't breath. That's where I led my precious Fiyero. My hero.
I still love him dearly. And that's why, as I wait here for the girl, I don't doubt what I'm going to do. I smile to myself. She's drawing closer. Me and her, we have a plan of sorts. She gets the broom and home if she'll just...
She's here now. My smile slowly fades. Now is a time of all seriousness. I hear the door to my tower swing open and the patter of small feet on the stone path. I check for the bucket. All is in order. I'm back at my window when she charges right in. "Hello, Witch," the little brat says.
I merely look over. She runs at me, and struggles to grab the broom. I win the small fight and swing the broom toward her. She shrieks and I smirk. That's right, child. Get angry, I think.
It's as if time slowed. I watch her grab the bucket of water. She tosses it onto me, but not before I could give her a smile.
Finally, I will be with you again, Fiyero. It was all a matter of time.
Together forever.
Mine.