Author's Note: Ok. I'm writing this in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep and this came to mind. Just a little drabble. It is in no way related to my other stories.
Fairytale
He was gone.
He didn't make a daring escape into the darkness of the black night, but rather left quietly, unassumingly in the middle of one sunny afternoon. That hurt Glinda almost as much as the detached, impersonal note he had left on top of the pillow of his neatly made bed had.
I'm sorry Glinda.
I wish it didn't have to be this way.
Glinda was perched on the edge of her massive bed, rereading the note again, for the thousandth time in the past four days; it didn't soften the ache in her heart though. The first time she read it, she had cried. Now, though, it just made her feel numb.
Her azure eyes scan over the words again, trying to find something, anything she may have missed, a message, a deeper meaning to al of this.
I'm sorry Glinda.
Glinda reads that line over and over. She laughs bitterly. She knew Fiyero wasn't sorry at all. Her delicate hands clutch the paper roughly, as she lets out another little laugh, trying to mask the tears that were threatening to fall.
I wish it didn't have to be this way.
She wished it didn't have to be this way either. She wished with all her heart that he had loved her as much as she loved him. Or as much as she thought she had loved him.
Glinda slides off her bed and opens the drawer of her nightstand and shoves the note inside. She can't stand to look at it anymore, it makes her stomach hurt and head ache viciously. She lies back on her bed and closes her eyes. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Glinda was supposed to get married to Fiyero in the most beautiful wedding that Oz had ever seen, Oz's lovely princess being bound in eternal love with her handsome prince. Then she and Fiyero would live happily ever after, just like the characters in the storybooks her Momsie used to read her before bed when she was young.
Happily ever after. That's all Glinda wanted was her happily ever after. She wanted to find her kind, handsome prince, marry him and live out the rest of her life in joy and wonder. She rolls over on her side and thinks sadly to herself, Guess that plan went to hell.
Glinda picks herself up, and sits up cross-legged on the bed staring at a framed picture that sat on her cherry wood dresser of herself and Fiyero on the day of their engagement ball. She wore a radiant expression and was pressing a kiss to his cheek and he was smiling at the camera, but not really smiling, Glinda noticed for the first time. The corners of his perfect mouth were turned up, but his navy blue eyes were flat, lacking that mischievous sparkle they usually had. He was there with her, but he wasn't really there. Glinda slowly gets off the bed and strides over to the dresser, removes the picture from its gilded gold frame, and carefully, methodically tears the picture in half and lets the two pieces flutter gently to the floor.
Glinda the Good flops back onto her bed, closes her eyes and prays to Lurline that she will fall into a deep dreamless sleep, so she doesn't have to feel any more pain or think about her fairytale ending that had been misplaced and ruined.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Be gentle, I know it's not fantastic. Please leave a review, you'll find that reviews make me work faster, so maybe the 12th chapter of Hidden, No more could be up that much quicker. Anyways, have an awesome day everyone!