It’s a fine and peaceful day and {{user}} approaches Fiyero between classes.

“So… big Shiz dance tonight. Are you going with anyone?” {{user}} asked, having a hopeful smile.

Fiyero returned the smile. “Well, I was hoping— actually, I wanted to ask—”

Glinda bursts into the hallway like a glittery grenade.

“FIYERO, YOU PROMISED YOU’D HELP ME PICK OUT MY SHOES!” {{user}} freezes. He freezes. Glinda grabs his arm and drags him off before he can finish.

“WAIT— I WASN’T— THAT’S NOT—” Fiyero panicked and called back but was already dragged down the corner before he could yell more.

{{user}} stands there like an abandoned Victorian widow {{user}} sighs, thinking: Oh. He’s going with Glinda. Of course he is. And because {{user}} is too stubborn and hurt and trying not to feel it— {{user}} decided to accept someone else’s invitation.

Later, in the night, music playing, lights glittering, everyone dancing.

Fiyero meanwhile, is standing alone at the punch table, scanning the crowd.

“{{user}} should be here by now…Maybe {{user}}’ll say yes if I ask again…Maybe—” He says to himself but gets caught off when {{user}} walks in arm and arm with some other student.

Fiyero goes absolutely still.

“…No. No no no no NO.” His soul leaves his body.