4. Promises
A/N: So sorry about not updating. I promise I will update more often.
Disclaimer: Oh come on, you know I don't own Wicked!
POV: Elphaba
Part: 3/5 of book
"It's not like that!" I said.
"Yes it is, it's exactly like that!" he yelled.
"Look, Fiyero, its not that I don't want to see you, but I don't get to choose what days I work."
"I still think you're avoiding me." he said, more lightly this time though.
"I'm not….avoiding…..you!" I gasped through shallow breaths. I didn't know what was going on. I was fine one moment, and then I could barely breathe. I suddenly collapsed my head on my knees. I was fully conscious and felt fine. I guess my knees had just given out from the pressure. I suddenly realized I had locked my knees and hadn't sat down in about 15 minutes.
"Fae!" I heard faintly.
Not wanting him to see my weakness, I struggled to my knees. "I'm fine, I'm fine, honestly," I repeated, reassuring both him and myself.
"Are you sure?" he said, concern heavy in his eyes.
"I'm fine, I just need to sit down," I said.
"All right, but if you feel like that's going to happen again, tell me and I promise I'll help you,"
It had just happened again. But this time, the witch thought bitterly, he was not there to help her. He had broken his promise.
A/N: There you have it. One of the most random, worst drabbles in the history of drabbles. It's all I could think of on a moments notice. Reviews make my drabbles less angsty!