Elphaba struggled against the guards' hold on her.

All of a sudden, she froze. Fiyero had just swung into the clearing everyone (meaning the guards, Glinda, and herself) was currently occupying.

Her blood ran cold, for she knew what Fiyero was doing—sacrificing himself for her.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, and because Elphaba knew this was probably the last time she would ever see her beloved Fiyero, she studied him.

"God, he's beautiful," she thought to herself, taking in his floppy hair, expressive eyes (at the moment filled with determination, fear, love, and regret), and toned body.

She smiled to herself. "Yero, my hero," she thought. "Rushing in to save the day. You noble, stupid, self-sacrificing, wonderful prince. "

Suddenly she heard, "Elphaba, go."

"No, not without you," she said as she grabbed her broom from him, begging him with her eyes to save himself as well.

"Do it," she heard from Glinda, before her pointy black hat came flying at her.

She deftly caught the hat in her other hand.

She stood regarding Fiyero in silence, taking in every inch of him, before mouthing "I love you" to him and taking off on her broom.

The wind rushed past her, causing her eyes to tear up more than they already were. Luckily, she arrived at Fiyero's castle before she was completely blinded by her tears and overcome by the pain of knowing he was lost to her.

However, she hadn't given up hope yet. She rushed to the tallest tower, drawing the Grimmerie from her bag. She opened the ancient book and began to chant.

"Fiyero," she promised. "I will save you, if it's the last thing I do."

Yet as she continued to chant and failed to feel the change inside of her that usually accompanied a successfully cast spell, she gave up, accepting that she was in fact a "Wicked Witch" as all Ozians proclaimed her to be.

"FIYERO!" she screamed to the night skies, before collapsing on the floor in a faint.