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Author's Note: Elphaba's point of veiw.
There was something simple and yet daunting about the way he looked at her. Something she could not describe. But even though his stare was overwhelming her, at the moment, she would enjoy it. She would enjoy the way he tickled her chin affectionately; the way he grabbed her hands and held them tight so she could not escape, the way he told her he loved her; and never wanted to leave her.
There was something very intimidating indeed about his gaze, but she could not put her finger on it. Was it guilt? She hoped not. Was it shame? Disgrace? She did not know, and whenever she thought about it, he would come in and kiss her, interrupting her thoughts. And then all would be forgotten until she was alone again.
She thought of this often, and every time came up with no answer. Or did she? Did she come with an answer every time but just deny it? Did she tell herself that was not the answer and force it out of her consciousness? Did she truly know? Her self-consciousness was not working at its best these days. Too many thoughts filled her mind lately and she found it hard not to just let her mind wander, so all she had to focus on was love.
She wanted him forever, she would love him forever, and if he ever did leave her, she would be torn in two. She never wanted him to leave, and would beg and plead if he ever did try. But for some reason she knew he might never be happy with her, alone like this. She knew he might not be happy, cut off from society. But she couldn't let him go, tell him to leave. She just couldn't. She loved him too much.