Chapter Eleven
Elphaba replayed the moment in her head at every moment. Everything seemed so perfect- time stood still for that one split moment- "You're my everything. You're all I can think about from the moment I wake up until the moment I'm asleep. I don't make any kind of decision without knowing how you feel about it. You're all I care about- all I want to do is to make you happy with this crappy situation we're in." he took a deep breath, "Fae, I love you so much."
But that time ran fast again when the guards took him away. After the past three days, she'd run out of tears to cry, but she continued while no tears ran down her face. She lie, immersed in his blanket in his bed, trying to picture being with him and absorbing his warmth. Every night she had nightmares about Fiyero- what the guards could be doing to him, how the war was going to separate them, and so on. This made her realize how uncertain their future was.
For three days every noise made her snap her head, wondering if it was Fiyero and she never found him coming down that infamous corridor back to their cell. She stopped looking at every sound, and sure enough the cell door opened later on that week.
She snapped her head around, but it wasn't her cell door they were opening.
She looked to where the noise was coming from, the cell directly adjacent to her. She ran to the side of her cell, which was barred on all sides except for the wall to the outside, and watched as they threw a beaten Fiyero into the cell and he slumped on the floor. As soon as the guards left, she said, "Yero?"
Fiyero heard her, and tried to open his eyes to see her beautiful visage, but all he could do was let out a slight grunt.
He was facing her, and she went down to her knees, holding on to the cell bars. He looked terrible. It was hard to see all of the little details in the poor lighting, but he was beaten senseless. He was slumped, but she could make out his shallow breathing.
She tried to hide her tears, "Yero…it's going to be alright, I promise. I-you are going to be okay." Her voice was shaky and she wanted to break down the bars that separated them and hold him in her arms. She wiped the tears that instinctively fell down her cheeks and just watched him lie there on the floor, his movements decreasing to the rise and fall of his chest.
Fiyero soon feel into a deep sleep, leaving Elphaba alone, sitting at the bars with dead eyes. She looked at his defeated body and realized the hot hatred she had for the war. Because of the war, she didn't know if Fiyero was going to live. She hated her father, Oz, even her sister. All she wanted in this crazy world was for Fiyero to be all right. She didn't care what happened to her- as long as he was safe and sound.
"Fiyero…" she whispered through her tears, "I love you, too."
Her heart broke for him a thousand times over. She felt a constant weight over her body that condemned her to the ground, barely able to breathe. She didn't keep track of how long she sat there. She didn't notice the food getting dropped off in her cell for her daily rations- she didn't care. She had no appetite, no thirst. She couldn't tell whether or not she fell asleep or not. She figured she did however she didn't care. All she cared about was Fiyero.
In all her life, no one had loved Elphaba. She'd accepted that she would always be lonely and isolated, away from everyone else. She never thought she would care about someone so much to the point of literally sharing his pain.
The thought did cross her mind- could she live without him?
