Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or any of its creators ideas or character's.
Author's Note: Random, short one-shot. Not really sure where it came from. Hope you like it.\
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"How am I to know if this feeling is love? A flutter of my heart or the sickeningly sweet euphoric feeling as if I am flying could not constitute an answer. I hardly feel as if I could ever utter those words truthfully, but they spill from her mouth like it is nothing. The casualness of how those three gut-wrecking words were spoken did not stay faithful to the look in her eyes. Young, innocent, and so…in love? I couldn't tell you if that is what I saw, but there was something there; something I have never seen before. And when no response flowed from my parted lips, I could see her heart breaking. Her resolve lost. Never did she say anything, but she looked away as if I had just set her death sentence. Even my stuttered apologies did little good. That's when her hands slipped away; when warmth was pulled from the core of my being. I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat as if by a clumping factors I was unaware of. Then tears. Hot, salty tears that stained her perfect cheeks in a flood of emotion. I reached out and then…."
The world paused. Time stood still as an emerald hands touched the silky skin of the love struck, teenager girl.
A flash of light.
A gasp.
Silence.
Sky blue eyes widened in disbelief, all tears forgotten as she stared at the unheard of site before her. A single rose, grown from the wooden floor. The tall stalk extended feet into the air, the end flaring into a brilliant shade of silver.
A precious hand reached forward, daring to touch the intoxicating pelts that spread from the verdant stem. Manicured finger nails brushed the petals and her luscious lips hung open with wonder. A second hand of emerald hue joined the snow fingers and plucked the flower from the ground. Fingers trembled as the blossom was offered to the other.
Small fingers wrapped around the stem, pulling from the grasp of the other girl's hand. She swallowed hard, biting back emotion that threatened to over throw her body with heart breaking sobs.
"Elphie, I.." her voice choked with emotion. Her free hand lifted delicately to cover her mouth as if to ward of the tears.
"Please don't speak," a soft reply returned. Emerald hands with slender, bony fingers slid up along the curvature of the dainty face. The pads of two skilled thumbs brushed away the thinning tears, only to leave red welts that would have normally stung, but in this moment found no pain.
Lips brushed gently, so gently, across the other's. Tender caresses of kisses lined a soft jaw. "I apologize, my darling," came whispered words, spoken into the listener's ear. "I cannot say those words. I do not know if I would be lying,"
Her green tinged lips brushed up against Glinda's ear so softly it made the girl's world spin. "You don't have to say it…"she replied, before pausing as if her mind was bombarded with deep consideration. Elphaba withdrew, her eyes meeting her lover's in a steady gaze.
A smile pricked the corners of red lips and blue eyes alit as if caught by moon light. "I can see it in your eyes…"