Elphaba sighed as she collapsed onto the ground, her muscles aching from the days of travel. Fiyero walked over to her while the sun set behind him, his clothes rasping against his coarse, straw body.
"I wish I had your stamina," Elphaba remarked as he sat down awkwardly beside her.
He allowed his clumsy gloved hand to brush against her cheek, "Don't worry. We'll find somewhere to stay soon. Somewhere far away and safe."
She sighed and bowed her head, her body shifting away from him slightly. Shaking his head, Fiyero just sat quietly beside her until her voice broke the silence.
"I don't want to leave Oz."
He looked at her as his painted mouth slumped into a frown, "What?"
"I don't want to leave Oz," she repeated.
"Elphaba, we have to," he said gently, reaching out to rub her back soothingly.
"Why?" she asked, her mouth setting into a thin line.
"Well, I could start with the fact that all of Oz believes that we are dead," he replied with a slight grin.
"Don't patronize me," she snapped.
"Okay. It is a good reason, though," he said, his smile fading.
"I don't want to," she told him emphatically, her eyes burning with intensity and determination as her hands balled into tight fists.
"Elphaba, don't be unreasonable," he replied as he reached out towards her.
"I'm not being unreasonable. There's no one out here. Who would ever know that we were here?" she continued, her irritation showing on her face.
"Well, we could just go into hiding, then. But, not here," he offered as she stared at the ground.
She shook her head, "You don't understand."
He sighed, "Fae, we're supposed to be dead. The only options we have are to leave Oz or to hide somewhere."
"But, that's not what I want," she protested, her voice rising in volume. "Why can't you understand that?"
"I'm trying to," he said softly. "Elphaba, I wish there was some other way, but there isn't."
"No," she said angrily, jumping up. "I won't spend the rest of my life wasting away like a prisoner. I won't be separated from Glinda again! I fought for too long to pretend I don't exist anymore."
"Elphaba, will you just think about what you're saying?" he asked as he stood up. "If anyone knew that you were still alive, they would hunt you until you were dead. Please, Fae, don't think that I don't understand what I'm asking you to do."
"But, I'm leaving everything behind!" she screamed. "My life, my only friend. I won't do it!"
"You're not the only one who is losing everything, Elphaba," he said quietly, looking her in the eyes. "I know this isn't what you planned or wanted. I know that the life you wanted was not one in hiding with a useless Scarecrow."
He turned away from her, his shoulders hunched as he stared at the ground; she closed her eyes for a moment before running over to him.
"I'm sorry, Yero," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his back.
Slowly, he turned around and took her in his arms, allowing her to bury her face in his neck.
"And, don't ever think that I don't want to be with you," she said fiercely. "I love you, Yero, and nothing will ever change that."
He smiled, "I love you, too, Fae. And, I'm so sorry. Please..."
Shaking her head, she gave him a sad smile, "No. It's okay."
He kissed her gently, then carefully pulled her down with him to the ground. Yawning, she snuggled into his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. With a soft sigh, he gazed up into the night sky, the universe wheeling in sparkling, dim light above his head, and he watched as a single star blazed and fell from glory.