O haaaaaai. So basically, this is my first fic ever, which means it's pretty terrible. Don't hate please. It's quite short, & OOC, which I apologize for.
Okay, so, this takes place during the ballroom scene. Yeeeah. Enjoy & review?
Disclaimer : Wicked doesn't belong to me [well, not yet].
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Fifi! Come on, let's dance!"
Fiyero turned his head to the side, his hazel eyes meeting Glinda's blue pools. The excitement on the girl's face could only be described as child-like, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowd of swaying couples. The feeling of dancing with Glinda reminded him of a night of celebration at the OzDust he had experienced so many years before at Shiz. He smiled fondly at the memory, & put his mind to work to attempt to recall the evening's events – Glinda was wearing a pink dress with frills, her hair looking absolutely radiant. Nessa was practically attached to Boq, & refused to leave his side. And then, he remembered her. Her emerald tinted skin, her chestnut brown eyes, & her sarcastic crooked grin. Her wit, her passion, her vulnerability.
"Are you alright, Fiyero?" Glinda asked, confused at Fiyero's sudden distant mood. He snapped his eyes back to Glinda's face, pulling himself out of his trance.
"Of course. Just tired, is all." he lied.
"Well, you sit down for a little bit, alright dearest? We have quite the night ahead!"
Fiyero nodded with a smile, & Glinda sauntered off to go and talk to a girl he recognized from Shiz. He took this opportunity to dash outside, taking deep breaths as he tried to shake Elphaba off of his mind, without any success. She stayed there, front & center in his thoughts. He glanced down at his Gale Force uniform & smiled sadly. He was living in a lie, really – how he'd been insisting to everyone that he was hunting down the Wicked Witch to capture her, to make her pay for the evil deeds she had done. How he pretended to love Glinda, even though it wasn't even the slightest bit true. The past years without the green girl had been the most painful he'd ever experienced, & he wished everyday that she could be his. He hated himself for not telling Elphaba how he'd felt when he had the chance, before she'd virtually vanished. He couldn't stand the fact that he might never see his Fae ever again, & that the day at the train station might be the last memory he'd ever share with her. Fiyero looked up at the sky & collapsed onto his knees.
"Fae, where are you?"
"GUARDS, GUARDS!"