You were the wicked witch of the west. You left everything behind and that included your best friend, Glinda, and your.... well, you didn't know what Fiyero was to you. But he was with Glinda now so it didn't matter.

But what you didn't know was that he's been looking for you since you left, even leaving Glinda behind sometimes. He didn't find you.

When you found put that Glinda and Fiyero were getting married, you went to visit Glinda, not because you wanted to stop them, just because you thought it was the best opportunity to show everyone that the wizard lies. So you told her your plan and immediately you went to see the wizard. Finally, the wizard and Glinda found a way to convince you to join them. The wizard gave the monkeys their freedom. But one monkey led you to a secret room where the wizard had tons of animals, like a jail. When he came back and saw that you knew he tried to explain but you didn't hear. You used magic to press your broom against his throat until Fiyero entered the room and pointed at you with his gun. You were sad for feeling that you lost his trust but tried to act normal. That was until he gave you your broom back and pointed at the wizard, signaling him to enter the cage behind him. You were happy he still trusted you and supported you. Then Glinda came, she was mortified that her wedding was ruined and looked between you and Fiyero, finally finding out what was happening between you. And ir went worse when he spoke.

"I'm going with her" -he said looking at you confident

Glinda was so shocked she didn't have words and you were a bit confused too. That was until Fiyero took your hand and leaded you away and out of the caste.

Finally you led him to your hiding place and went to fix some things on your table, the whole place was a mess and you didn't expect visits so you wanted to clean up a bit.

You kept grabbing and throwing papers until you felt hands on your waist. Fiyero was behind you, pressing against your back and taking in your scent.

"I missed you..." -he whispered wrapping his arms around your waist