I don't know what it is about him that makes me like him so much.
He comes into my room with a copy of the news. "Miss Nessarose," he mumbles. He puts in on my table then he trudges out the door.
"Boq! Oh, Boq," I call. He returns and raises an eyebrow. I think it's cute. He doesn't.
"What?"
"Umm… a drink. Would you fetch me a water, please, my dear?" I just want to lay eyes on him again.
"Yes, my lady." His tone is harsh and his eyes are dark. It seemed like he rushed out of the room.
I smile in denial.
It's days later. He's another person, another being now. He has no heart. I keep on telling myself he doesn't deserve one but the message doesn't get through. Another part of me is thinking that if he doesn't have a heart, he can't love me.
I'm walking again. I thank Elphaba. No one can know, though. I love her, I do but now I could never tell her.
The breeze in Munchkinland is calming. It's my territory. It's my sanction but everyone hates me. Everywhere I look, someone is scowling at me. Am I really that bad? Am I really that wicked?
The breeze picks up.
It's never this breezy in Munchkinland.
I look up.
There's a house in the air. A house. What in Oz?
It's coming near me. I know it's the end. I've been told that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
So I see him. I hear him suggesting hanging out with my sister and her roommate instead of dinner together. I hear him laughing wildly at one of Glinda's not-so-funny jokes. I see the smile he wore during the days at Shiz- genuine, carefree, and lovely. Then I see the smile he wore while under my control- forced, painful.
So I smile.