Fiyero looked out his window, admiring how flawless the silhouettes of the tall building looked against the dusk sky. Everyone who had ever so much as seen Shiz University could agree on how majestic it's facade was. This was his favorite time of day, the world seemed so much easier to bare, life seemed so much more simple.
The sky had always looked the same, it was the one thing that never changed. It had looked that way his first night at Shiz, it had looked that way when Elphaba and Glinda had left to go to The Emerald City, and it looked that way now.
Now that Elphaba was know to all of Oz as The Wicked Witch Of The West, now that he had realized how he felt about her, now that his heart was broken.
Not a single moment went by that he didn't think about her, didn't worry about her. He wished more than anything that he'd had the chance to tell her how he felt about her, or at least say goodbye. He told himself that he would see her again, but in truth, he didn't know that for sure. She had changed him and he hadn't even had the chance to tell her so. She was a part in him now, and he wanted her to know that.
As she looked at the set sun, he could tried to picture Elphaba doing the same. No mater how far apart they were, at lest they were both under the same beautiful sky. That gave him hope.