A/N: This is another oneshot about Elphaba. I just felt like writing something romantic. Probably not very good, but please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked! There, I said it. Happy?
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No one understands. I am just a human being. I have wants. I have needs. Simply because of my outward color, the world is against me. What I wouldn't give to have a chance to start anew – normal. No one loved me: Not Father, not Mother, not Nessa. They wanted me dead. I would have willingly complied if I had known their wishes. But alas, I was only two. Horrors – a precedent to my own life.
That is why I so willingly gave into Fiyero. He saw me as more than a green girl, a quiet girl, more than the odd-girl-out who stood up for Animal rights. He saw me and gave me what I needed. I said I never had a soul because I didn't feel I deserved one – and if I did, what would I do with it? Fiyero loved me for who I am. When he wrapped his arms around me, I knew that was where I belonged. That close, personal contact was something I rarely felt. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't tear myself away. I wanted him to leave. I did not want to endanger him. But he would not go back home. I threatened to leave, but I could never follow through. The thought of the next night kept me from leaving him, losing him. No one knows how good it feels to belong unless you've been an outcast your whole life. When he kissed me, I knew he loved me; when he kissed me again, I knew I loved him; when he kissed me, I belonged.
When he died, I lost myself. He had filled me completely. I lost my will that day – to fight, to feel, to live. I wanted to die, but one thing kept me from jumping from the tower window to my death below, the chance to apologize. But Sarima would not hear my plea. Surely she had known the truth or why would she have denied my story so fervently? I burned passionately to tell her, to tie her down and force the words down her throat. I loved him; I loved him more than life. Fiyero – if there is another world, may I join you?