AN: Guys...
IM BAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK
ITS MEEEEE
THE WIZARD OF WICKED
ON MY BFF's ACCOUNT!
I missed u all so much. Hopefully I'll be back For Good soon! I promise! I have not deserted you forever!
So on that note, please enjoy this little one shot.
Yours Forever
Three years, two months, fifteen days.
That's how long.
He stared out the slightly smudged window into the bright daylight. Soft trails of wind whistled through the evergreen trees, then leaving no sign of evidence that it ever moved.
Evergreen. Forever young. Forever green. Green. Like her.
Leaving no sign of evidence that it ever moved. Like her.
He knew her for a day, two maybe. That's all it took for the damage to be done; for the scars to mark the conceited, charming, bogus, young Prince.
It was as if her words whipped him and her actions stabbed and simple eye contact defeated him in a way he could not explain.
The thing was though, that that was the thing he most richly craved: the inflictions of her; the inflictions of Elphaba Thropp.
Her charcoal hair and chocolate eyes almost escaped his memory now, but her razor sharp mind never ceased to leave him.
He wanted her to be his. He wanted to explore her world, to know her ins and outs and why she was the way she was. But that was impossible.
"General Fiyero, sir?"
It was the housekeeper.
"Yes?" He said rather snakily.
"Some mail has arrived for you." She meekly responded.
He asked the Wizard not to call for him for a while. What was it now? He was in no mood for "Witch Hunting".
Correction: He was always in the mood for that.
"From who?" He asked tiredly, not overly wanting to know.
"It has no return address, sir. It's just addressed to Prince Fiyero. Left right here on the doorstep this morning." She placed it in his hand before escaping through the same door she entered from.
He squinted at it. Brown parchment envelope. Perfect black letters.
To Prince Fiyero. Nothing else.
He opened it with a mind full of curiosity.
He felt heartbreak from simply touching the crisp cream sheet without a clue as to why. The same flawless ink handwriting appeared.
Dear Fiyero,
Over three years ago I left, a coward. A scared, confused coward. But that's over now.
Now I'm being searched for, by you no less. I'm mere game. Although when haven't I been?
I'm wasting time now. What I really wanted to say was sorry. I apologize for leaving you all of a sudden. I hope that one day we'll meet again. Whether thats because you'll be putting an end to me or because we just will.
I trust this can stay between just us.
Yours Forever,
Then it was a ink blot. Not a name or anything. Leaving no sign of evidence that it ever moved. Not that it mattered. He knew who it was from. And he didn't think her a coward. And he accepted her unnecessary apology. And most of all he would keep her secret. It would be just his and hers. Forever.
You like? So like I hope I'll be back super soon! Promise! Love u guys!