Inspired by Dress by the amazing Taylor Swift. I'm obsessed with this song at the moment for some reason, and if I had the chance to make a music video for it, it would be this; I imagine it every time I hear this song. So yes, I put the entire song on here.
I recommend listening to Dress live from the Reputation tour while reading. But if you'd like more of an angsty perspective on it, I recommend Dress live from the Eras tour.
*TW: small depictions of depression when you see "Flashback to…"
Our secret moments in a crowded room
They got no idea about me and you
There's an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
It's crazy how amidst all the chaos, she can feel his eyes on her.
Elphaba feels like she's getting pulled in one hundred different directions. Her name is getting called to make sure everything is set, to fix a slight mishap. She's probably already worn out her shoes and she just put them on.
With the constant walking, the bright lights, the lack of good air conditioning, the heavy make-up, and the fact that there are eight of them in a relatively small space, Elphaba feels the tiniest bit of regret at choosing this dress. She feels a bit of sweat on her hairline.
Even as things get checked off, it feels like they're nowhere near ready and it's two minutes till go time.
And still, in spite of everything, she can feel Fiyero's gaze burning at her back when she focuses enough. Really the problem was trying to ignore it, but how could she when it was exactly what she'd been striving for?
Elphaba allows the slightest hint of a smirk to form on her lips, before she's back to focusing on the main things.
All her ladies look great - "Oh! Pfannee, come here," she whispers. She can hear the voices start to quiet down on the other side of the big, closed doors.
The woman in question quickly went over to Elphaba. The green girl motions for her to turn around and she fixes the bow on Pfanne's dress, which had been coming undone.
"Elphaba, I think my head piece is falling."
"One second," she quickly finishes tying off Pfannee's bow and gives her a quick tap at the waist to let her know she's done. Shenshen quickly takes Pfannee's place in front of Elphaba.
Elphaba puts one hand on the small floral tiara, then quickly locates and pulls all the loose pins on Shenshen's head. Being careful not to accidentally hurt her scalp, Elphaba places all the pins back on Shenshen's head. The tiara was not going anywhere any time soon.
Just in case, Elphaba checks her own head piece as well, and sighs when it stays in place. Good. She pulls the curls that had fallen over her shoulder back and takes a deep breath. Ok.
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
(Ah, ah, ah)
Suddenly the voices on the other side of the doors stop completely, then there's the faintest hint of the music starting to play.
Elphaba softly smoothes out the front of her pastel, purple dress. It's different from the rest of the women. It still has the tight strapless bodice and light flowy skirt, but a couple layers of lace come down the front and the back to her waist in a V. That same lace also creates cape long-sleeves.
Her fingers unconsciously linger on her hips. A little more consciously, she then slowly trails her arms to adjust her sleeves. She knows he's watching. She hopes she's affecting him as much as he is her. While he's not hiding the fact that he's staring, Elphaba is forcing herself to keep her eyes off of him. It's the only thing that guarantees she won't throw herself at him.
Everyone starts taking their places, women on the left, men on the right, and Elphaba grabs all the small bouquets that had been placed in a small table. They are an arrangement of Galinda's favorite flowers in white, light pink and purple, wrapped in a pink bow.
With all three of her ladies in line, Elphaba takes the opportunity to take one last look at all of them and make sure they look good. She gives them their bouquet as she passes them. Check, check - oh. Elphaba quickly tucks in a stray lock of hair behind Milla's ear. Milla whispers a small thanks. Check.
Elphaba takes her place in line, she's last.
The doors open and she watches as one by one, each woman in front of her hits the cue. They step into the opening along with their partner, turn towards the doorway, link arms, and start walking; all in accordance to the music.
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from all this
(Ah, ha, ha, ha)
She readjusts the grip on her bouquet, it's probably a little too tight, but it keeps her hand from shaking.
Then they're face to face.
She doesn't get the chance to really look at Fiyero. They both turn. Elphaba easily places her free hand on the crook of his elbow, almost like second nature, and they both begin to slowly walk down the altar.
Breathe.
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha)
It somehow feels so different to be next to him like this. In a relatively intimate position, in public, with so many eyes on them.
She can't help but grip the sleeve at his elbow a little tighter. She knows no one is here for them, she's the maid of honor, he's the best man, it's Galinda and Boq's wedding, but for a moment, it feels like everyone can see right through her and how she feels about the man next to her. Like she's baring out the most private moments they've shared behind closed doors.
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha)
Moments of passion and lust and excitement. Limbs intertwined, lips locked, and blindly searching for the bed, or just any surface really.
Elphaba snaps back to reality once they make it to the steps. One, two, three, and turn.
The rest of the wedding itself feels like a blur to Elphaba. She registers the groom walking down the altar, the gorgeous bride walking down in her dream dress, and the priest beginning the ceremony. She's able to give Galinda the ring when the time comes and she claps when Boq kisses his new wife.
But all she can remember afterwards are the quick glances she and Fiyero had stolen as they'd stood behind their friends.
It's a miracle her legs hadn't given out.
Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try
And if I get burned, at least we were electrified
Elphaba's eyes scan the area and she can't help but smile. The entire room is tinted in a blue hue with white spotlights flashing to the beat of the music and the buffet stand is in the back right next to the bar. People are having fun, dancing, and laughing; it's everything Galinda had dreamed, and it makes Elphaba smile. That's a pat on the back she feels she's earned and the tables are so beautifully decorated if she does say so herself.
Whether on purpose or by accident, her eyes go back to Fiyero who was on the dance floor with some of the other groomsmen.
It's only when her eyes trail down that Elphaba realizes she's just now getting a look at what he's wearing. She hadn't looked anywhere besides his face the entire day. He looks so dashing. It's not too different from his usual style, Fiyero usually liked to dress up very nicely. During their days at Shiz, sometimes the younger students mistook him for a professor.
Ha, Fiyero Tiggular, a professor. That always made them laugh.
Still, he looks good. The fact that he discarded the bowtie, the jacket, opened a couple buttons from the top of his shirt, and his hair was a bit disheveled from all the dancing only made him even more handsome. He looks happy too.
Elphaba hugs her arms and sighs. She leans back on her chair. Part of her sadly wonders what it would be like to have been here together with him. As his date. She knows it would have never happened, will never happen but it's nice to imagine sometimes that they have something past just the bedroom.
I'm spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face and were both drunk
Everyone thinks that they know us
But they know nothing about
Past shared baths, bottles of wine, rare soft kisses, movie nights with take out because neither of them were good cooks. But it's all behind closed doors.
He likes her body, she knows that. But that's all. They're just helping each other out. At least they're friends. Really good friends actually, this year they'll hit four years of friendship.
They'd been sleeping together for almost one.
She makes eye contact with her sister. Elphaba gives her a quick smile, but Nessarose reads her like a book. Her younger sister gives her a look she knows all too well. You should've never made this deal. I told you this would happen. You need to tell him.
Nessarose should, respectfully, stay out of her business. And so should those Oz damned tabloids with their theories and rumors about their…relationship, for lack of a better word.
Were reporters' lives so boring that they had nothing better to do but stalk Fiyero? It was honestly creepy how keen they were on catching him doing something, anything scandalous. At least something that would prove the once rebellious prince hadn't really turned a new leaf. Hadn't it ever crossed their minds that Fiyero had simply, oh I don't know, grown up? He was an adult, he was more responsible, and he's learned from his past mistakes.
And speaking of, Elphaba was also an adult. She was a grown woman and 23 years old for Oz sake. She could make her own decisions and she was fully capable of reaping what she'd sowed.
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
(Ah, ah, ah)
Elphaba pretends not to see Fiyero when he starts to walk towards her.
Ignoring the fact that her heart is speeding up, she keeps looking at the room of people. She smiles when she sees Galinda and Boq dancing together. Not in the way they'd been when they'd had their first dance as husband and wife. Instead, it seemed like they were having a battle on who could dance the ugliest as the crowd cheered them on. Elphaba had to say Galinda took the cake.
She slowly turns her head once she sees Fiyero out of her peripheral vision. He's standing right next to her. She looks up at him.
"Dance with me?" he asks, so casually, but she swore his eyes were a bit dark.
She holds back a smirk. So, she is having an effect on him. He wants to touch her.
A chance to be close to him and have their hands on each other? Sign her up.
"Sure."
They walk towards the dance floor hand in hand.
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from all this
(Ah, ha, ha, ha)
They raise their clasped hands up and, in sync, she places her other hand on his shoulder while his goes to her waist. She lets him lead their tempo and their traveling. Strangely enough, she likes this. She hadn't thought she would, dancing isn't really her thing, any kind of dancing, but right now it feels…safe.
"Did you see Boq and Galinda's dance off?" he asks.
"Yes," she laughs. "Who do you think won?"
"Oh Galinda, definitely," he smiles.
"By any chance did she remind you of someone when she put on those awful glasses?" she quizzes.
"She was imitating a famous person right?"
Elphaba nods.
Fiyero thinks for a couple seconds.
"Emerald city…" she prompts.
"Oh! The Wonderful Sorcerer of Oz."
"The Wonderful. Wizard. Of Oz."
Fiyero goes red.
"You're a history major!"
"I know!"
"You took a whole test on this! How did you pass?! How did you pass?" Elphaba cackles, punctuating every sentence with her hand in the air.
"If I remember correctly, you were my tutor."
She snorts. "I can't believe how much caffeine we drank during those sessions."
"They were worth it."
"I should hope so, you were the salutatorian."
"I mean, we got closer because of it, I'm grateful for that."
Elphaba tilts her head as she smiles at him. He's sweet.
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha)
"You look beautiful, by the way."
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself."
"I'm curious, did Galinda pick the dress out for you or did you have a say in it?"
"Believe it or not I had a say in it," Elphaba says.
"You chose a color other than black to wear in public?
"I said I had a say in it, not total control," they laugh together. "There was no escaping the color, but I got to pick it and she based the rest of the bridesmaids dresses off of mine," Fiyero nods. Elphaba takes a small breath. "I also sort of thought of you."
He seems taken aback. "Me?"
Feeling a spark of confidence, she leans in to whisper in his ear. "I only bought this dress so you could take it off," she deliberately lets her teeth ever so slightly brush his ear lobe. He shivers under her touch. She feels a sneaky hand trace the zipper. "Control yourself," she teases.
"What are you doing to me?" he whispers.
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Only bought this dress so you could take it off (ah, ha)
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
The music stops and they finish their dance. They silently communicate with their eyes; a conversation they've had so many times before. They stay away from each other for the rest of the reception, as if letting the anticipation build will make it more fun in the end, but he's never off her line of sight for too long.
The party eventually begins to die down. People start to leave. Everyone says goodbye to Galinda and Boq as the newly wedded couple drives off to their honeymoon.
Elphaba talks to Nessarose for a bit, deliberately avoiding the topic of Fiyero, then hugs her goodbye as she drives off with a friend for the weekend. There's barely anyone left when she sees Fiyero next to his car in the parking lot.
He opens the door for her and she quickly gets in the passenger's seat. He closes the door for her, gets in the car, and drives them out of there.
Fiyero places a hand on her thigh. It feels warm. Elphaba gets a small moment of deja vu when she looks down at his hand. How time flies.
Flashback when you met me
Your buzzcut and my hair bleached
Even in my worst times
You could see the best of me
4 years ago.
Elphaba's shivering, hyperventilating, switching between sobbing and whimpering. Her fingers are numb, her chest hurts. Everything hurts, but she feels nothing at all. She feels like she's having a complete mental breakdown.
She can't differentiate between her tears and the rain. She blacks out; she's still walking, but she can't register anything.
Next thing she knows, she's sitting down, her head buried in her hands. Still hyperventilating, Elphaba lowers her shaking hands from her face and sees a hand adjusting the air vents on her side of the car so the warm air hits her.
"Hey - "
"Shut up," she says loudly.
She couldn't handle it right now. Another batch of tears comes and she's crying again, though Elphaba doesn't think she ever completely stopped.
"Just let it out," the person whispers.
Eventually, her tears run out, and Elphaba is just staring out the window, though she wasn't taking in anything she was seeing. She leaned on the window and tried to control her breathing; she was still hyperventilating. Swallowing is hard.
The warm air warms up her body, and the cold window cools down her head.
It's then that Elphaba realizes that a random stranger had picked her up. She's in a car. There's a jacket around her shoulders that she didn't realize she'd been gripping. She also recognizes where she is. She's by the social sciences building, close to her dorm. She couldn't have walked too far then. The car makes a couple turns and it's then that Elphaba also realizes the car is just going around in circles.
She slowly turns her head to look at the driver.
Wait.
She knows him.
Well, not really, but she's seen his face before.
But she can't think hard enough to pinpoint it and she's not going to. She's exhausted. In every sense of the word.
Elphaba leans back on the seat and sags. She wants to hug her knees, but she doesn't want to put her feet on the seat of a car that's not hers. She settles for crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, like he doesn't know if he even should, but eventually he says. "It's ok."
She doesn't know what compels her to say it, maybe confirmation for herself? Still, she whispers the words, saying them out loud for the first time. "My mother died today," tears sting her eyes again.
She hears his breath hitch. It's quiet for a minute or so, then, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Elphaba doesn't answer. She must have blacked out again next thing because next thing she knew, they were at a drive through. She holds her hand out to the air vent, wanting to feel the warm air a little better after he'd rolled his window down.
"Thanks," he says to the worker and rolls his window back up. He has a brown bag and two drinks.
He parks the car in the parking lot of whatever restaurant they were at. He gently taps her arm, holding one of the drinks out for her. She looks down at it, then back at him. He reassures her, offering the drink again, and Elphaba takes it. It's warm in her hands. She held up to her nose. She could tell by the smell it was hot chocolate.
She gave him the barest hint of a smile, it probably looked more like a grimace, but it was genuine. She sat back staring out the window for a while, wanting the hot chocolate to cool down a bit before she took a sip. If she focused, she swore she could see her mom's face in the stars. Her name spelled out in the raindrops.
A small sound makes her look down. A tear had fallen on the lid of her cup. She was crying again.
As Elphaba wiped her silent tears, she felt a hand being placed on her knee, very cautiously. She doesn't do anything, doesn't lean into it, push it away, she doesn't even jump in surprise.
But it helps. It helps.
Flashback to my mistakes
My rebounds, my earthquakes
Even in my worst lies
You saw the truth in me
3 years ago.
The knock on her door makes Elphaba groan. She got out of bed to open the door.
"I thought I told you to please leave me alo - "
"You and I haven't spoken all day."
"Fiyero, how'd you get into my dorm?"
"You forget Galinda and I dated for a few months."
Elphaba raises an eyebrow.
"She told me where the extra key is so I could wait for her inside."
The green girl rolls her eyes. "Whatever," before she could fully close the door, Fiyero stopped it with his hand.
"Elphaba, stop. Can I come in?"
"Is me trying to close this door not enough of a hint for you?" she bites.
"Please?"
She groans again and just lets go, going back to her bed and burying herself under the covers.
"Here's what you missed in class today," Fiyero holds up a few papers and sets them on her desk.
She'll throw them away later.
"How are you?" he asks.
Isn't that the million dollar question? "Tired."
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
"Well, I am. Do you mind if I have takeout delivered here?"
"Help yourself."
He leaves and Elphaba closes her eyes. When she wakes up, it's to the smell of food. Because Fiyero's coming into her room with two plates in hand.
"I know you said you're not hungry, but you have to get something in your body."
"No," Elphaba groans. "Then I'll be up all night."
"You'll be up all night regardless. Your sleeping schedule is all messed up and you've been in bed all day today."
"Who asked you?"
Fiyero sighs. "Elphaba," he treads lightly. "We - Galinda, Nessa, and I, we're concerned."
She closes her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. She didn't want to hear it.
"Please listen," Fiyero taps the bed close to her face, but doesn't actually touch her. "You haven't been yourself for a while, not since the school year started. And Nessa thinks maybe even before that," Elphaba stays silent. "You love school, you love learning about the government, you're not going to class. You love to read, you haven't picked up a book in who knows how long. You like going to the park to walk and now you're inside this room all day. You're a neat freak and your space is a mess. You've stopped doing things you enjoy, you've lost weight, you're frail, and you're scaring us. Fae, can't you see something's wrong? We're all worried, even Morrible's worried.
Elphaba sits up, suddenly feeling angry. "What gives you the right to pry into my business? We're not even friends," If he's hurt, he doesn't show it. It hurts her though. As soon as she says it.
He disregards her outburst. "Fae, we're here for you."
Elphaba raises her hands to accentuate her words. "I'm. Fine."
"We'll help you, in whatever way you need us to."
"I don't need any help," she says exasperated. "Why can't you all just let me be?"
"Elphaba, we're not going to watch you slowly die right in front of us," his voice is firmer this time.
His words render her speechless. Her hands drop. She's not…she's not trying to die. She's fine. She's just…she's just tired.
"I'm fine," her voice breaks. She clears her throat and starts to pace her room. Why is it so cold? She rubs her hands together. One would think her sweatshirt and sweatpants would do the trick. Wh - when had her fingernails turned blue? Her hands shake.
Fiyero is suddenly right in front of her, covering her hands with his.
She shakes her head. "I'm fine," she says, but she doesn't believe herself anymore. Tears start to fall and Fiyero pulls her into a hug. He holds her so tightly. "I'm - " fine won't come out of her mouth. She can't say it. So she just hugs him tighter.
She swears her shoulder starts to feel a bit wet.
And I woke up just in time
Now I wake up by your side
2 years ago.
The alarm scares her awake and Elphaba sends a pencil flying. Which hits Fiyero, also shaken awake by the alarm.
"Ow," he groans.
"Sorry," she says, rubbing her eyes.
"It's ok, the eraser part hit me," he laughs.
"Why is your alarm even on?"
"It's Monday, I guess I just forgot to turn it off," Fiyero silences his alarm and Elphaba lays back down on the couch.
They had a three-day weekend before finals. While many students went home to destress a bit before their exams, Elphaba had stayed, not really wanting to go home and Fiyero had stayed with her. They shared two classes together this semester, one of which is notoriously known for having an extremely difficult exam. Few barely pass and even fewer get an A. Elphaba personally didn't know why the professor liked to brag about this statistic. If over 90% of your class constantly fails, doesn't that mean you're the problem, not the students?
They must've fallen asleep in the middle of the study session last night. Their books were still open.
"You think our brains are full enough?" Fiyero stands up from the floor and starts to fold the blankets he'd used.
"Hope so. At least it'll all be over tomorrow," this was literally the only exam she was worried about. Once she took this one, she could relax even if she still had three more to take.
"Come on," he pulls her arm.
"Five more minutes," she whines.
"No, you gotta help me throw all our trash out," he keeps pulling.
"Yero, you're a big, strong man. You don't need my help."
"Come on," he repeats and she resists.
Then she's on the floor.
"Fiyero!" she yells as he drags her off the couch and to the door. "Ok, ok!" she laughs. "I'll help!" He chuckles as he helps her stand and hands her a trash bag.
Wow, had they really gone through that much food and coffee?
They chat as they go downstairs and throw the bags in the dumpster and then suddenly they're racing back to the room, fighting over who gets to use the bathroom first.
Fiyero falls on the last couple of stairsteps, which send Elphaba into a fit of laughter and also give her the opportunity to take the lead and beat him to the room. That's what he gets for trying to do two at a time. Show off. She just barely manages to lock the bathroom door when he tries to open it.
"You got lucky!" he yells.
"You have no one to blame but yourself!"
"You're mean!"
"You're stupid!"
"Bully!"
"Bozo!"
"Do you want ice cream for breakfast?!"
"Sure!"
Fiyero taps the door twice in confirmation and Elphaba laughs at the absurdity of it all. But that's why he's her best friend.
My one and only, my lifeline
I woke up just in time
Now I wake up by your side
My hands shake, I can't explain this
1 year ago.
Elphaba's eating a bowl of freshly washed blueberries in front of the television. Fiyero's asleep in her room.
"Good morning," Galinda says, coming into the living room.
"Morning," Elphaba says.
"Elphie?"
"Hmm?"
"When did Fiyero leave last night?"
She almost chokes on her blueberries. "Um…he. Didn't."
"Oh ok, so that is him on your bed."
Elphaba turns to her friend.
"Your door was slightly open," she explains.
The green woman turns back to the TV.
"So…anything you wanna tell me?" Galinda prompts standing next to the couch.
"Nope," Elphaba says.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
"Ok. but just so I get a heads up, is this going to be a regular thing?"
"How about I answer that when you can tell me if you and Boq will be a regular thing?" Elphaba offers and Galinda goes red. Checkmate.
"Message received," Galinda gives her a thumb's up and grabs her purse. "I guess you know where to find me if you need anything?"
Elphaba nods. Boq's room is right upstairs.
"Ok, see you, I love you!"
"I love you too!"
After she leaves, Elphaba decides to instead watch the TV in her room. She should get some food for Fiyero too when he wakes up. She quickly grabs some bread, a knife, and the chocolate spread he likes so much from the refrigerator.
He's still asleep when she comes back in the room. She's settled back in the bed and watching TV at a modest volume when he starts to stir.
"Hey," he says.
"Hi."
"So…"
"Yeah." Elphaba blushes.
"Do you…do you think we could do that again, sometime?"
"Yeah," Elphaba nods. She'd really enjoyed it and it had been fun. Maybe having sex every so once in a while wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Hungry?"
"Yes," Fiyero excitedly sits up and Elphaba hands him the items she'd gathered for him. "You're an angel," he says as he uses the knife to put chocolate spread on a piece of bread.
Elphaba simply smiles.
Present.
Ah, ha, ha, ha
They stand still, looking at each other for a second once they're finally in the bedroom, alone, together; the next they're on each other.
Say my name and everything just stops
Fiyero kisses her fiercely and it's actually hard enough to push her onto the bed. Her back slamming into the mattress makes their lips involuntarily come apart. Elphaba pulls him by the neck to kiss him again, but Fiyero holds back.
"Elphaba," he says breathlessly.
For a moment everything's frozen. They're breathing in each other's air. One hand holds her waist, the other moves to cup her cheek. His thumb traces her lips. Both her hands stay buried in his hair, tugging softly. They never look away from each other's eyes.
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha)
"I love you."
It takes her a split second to realize he said it with her.
But she doesn't get to think about it afterwards, because his lips are immediately back on hers. She feels his sigh of relief agaisnt her mouth.
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Only bought this dress so you could take it off (ah, ha)
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
This is probably the longest foreplay they've ever had, but she's not complaining, especially when it means hearing him say he loves her over and over again. His hands trail all over her body, but never on her bare skin, always playing with the material of her dress at the same time. Just when she's ready to start begging, the dress finally fulfills its purpose; he tugs the zipper down.
He could rip the damn thing for all she cared.
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
They talk about it afterwards, not all of it. They're getting sleepy in each other's arms after so many rounds she'd lost count. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. She couldn't believe this was happening.
They make two things official. One, they are now a couple, two the rest of this weekend is for them, to talk, to cuddle, to do all the things they've been doing over the past year, but now enjoy with the knowledge that they love each other.
They say 'I love you' one more time and Fiyero's the one to close his eyes first.
She feels him move closer to whisper in her ear, "Do you think you could wear your dress tomorrow too?"
Elphaba smiles without opening her eyes. "Just as long as it eventually comes off," she tries to sound seductive, but it comes off more sleepy and croaked.
And it makes him laugh which makes her smile.
"It will."
"Good."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She falls asleep like she had many times before, feeling his heartbeat on her back, his arm around her waist. But it's so much better.
You made your mark on me, golden tattoo
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
This is my final story before Wicked's anniversary, so happy anniversary to the musical that was there when I felt lost and has been there whenever I needed it.
Tell me what you thought :)