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A/N: Just a short drabble I thought of... it just hit me, I guess. There is already a second part written. Tell me if you want to read that, too ;)
Elphaba was sitting in a dark room
Elphaba was sitting in a dark room. She did that quite often now. She felt the need to hide, the need to hide from him. The one person she actually had no need to hide from, the only person in Oz.
But Fiyero –the Scarecrow he was now – just did not get it. She did not blame him. After all it was her fault he was – well, the way he was. So she knew she would only have a few minutes alone before he showed up. And he did show up again.
"What's wrong, Fae?" he asked and sat down beside her.
"All I ever wanted were those slippers...," she said out of the blue and with that she confused him. "All of this wouldn't have happened if not for me," she added and realized that she had said it before. A smile spread on her face when she remembered that night. Luckily Fiyero was not able to see it.
"Don't blame yourself for what happened to me, Fae. You saved my life."
She wanted to say that she never was talking about him in those nights. She knew she had saved his life and could live with him being a Scarecrow, but she didn't say it. Instead she nodded and let out a small "Yes" when she remembered that he probably wouldn't be able to see it. What she actually was talking about was her friend, best friend. She had lost her best friend because all of this total disaster. "I can't do this anymore, Fiyero," she said out of nowhere again and he slightly jumped.
"What, Fae?"
"Pretending to be dead."
"It's about her, isn't it?"
Of course it was. It was always about her Glinda, but that is part of what Elphaba loved so much about her friend. "See, Yero, I knew you had a brain after all," she tried to lighten the mood, but failed. "I miss her."
"We've been through this... over and over again. No one can know."
That was normally the point when her head won over her heart and she gave in. But this time her head stayed quiet or it had started to agree with her heart. It didn't matter in the end. "She has to know, Fiyero. Every time I look into the crystal ball I see her crying or pretending to be happy. It is my fault and I'm going to tell my best friend that I'm alive and that I need her, that I won't go away again. I can't be without her, Yero, not anymore. I have to tell her."
And so she did.
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