A little bit of a mix between Musicalverse and Bookverse.
I didn't quite mean for it to be so depresseing but eh ill take what I get. Discalimers apply aslo, aka, I own nothing. Enjoy =)
Fate often has no chance but to be cruel.
It lays out a plan; intricate and personal for each only to have it pushed and tampered with, fought with till exhaustion. So when one finally gives in, it snaps back with a vengeance not out of spite but out of principals of motion.
As Elphaba murmured something to herself her eyes fell to the soft colors below.
She stood quietly nestled in her capes, her muslins, and scarves as others scurried more like mice then men and women. She ran her fingers carefully over the cold mahogany sure to keep them concealed under her wide sleeves. Individual voices were barley audible above the white noise of conversation. She supposed they hadn't changed much since she had been in the city last. Everything was just an excuse for the last gossip to be traded.
"Quite tragic really."
"Yes dear most defiantly , but the occasion did help me discover this lovely little dress shop tucked away..."
Elphaba has stopped listing.
She remembered something Glinda had once told her.
They had been on their way to the Emerald city.
"Fate often has no chance but to be cruel ", she had said. Elphaba had been quite testy that day frustrated with the other travelers lack of concern to the Animals that were being corralled in the countryside outside the carriage windows. All they could blubber about had been the newest purchases and get-togethers. Glinda had laid her hand on Elphaba's tense shoulder, "but we can try to make our own good." she paused and turned her eyes to the distant shimmer of green that was not so very far anymore, her voice now barley audible , "We can try."
She fondly remembered her friend when a familiar wave of guilt washed once again.
"She was very good. But have you heard? They say she was friends with the witch."
"The wicked witch of the west?
" Of course that witch, which other is there? Anyways, they say her last words were not of sorrow but happiness."
Elphaba leaned down mere inches from Glinda's face. And as a tear slid down her face she was sure the nasty rumors about her allergy to water must have been true because she was most sure she had never felt more pain in her life then in that moment.
"Happiness? "
"Happiness to see those since passed i've heard. I don't know if she was a Unionist or favored Lurine, but dear I heard she was quite ready for the world after this and those waiting there."
There was a quite stir in the room and the figure that no one had noticed seemed to have caused a scene exiting.
Fate often has no choice but to be cruel.
But we can try.
Thanks for reading!
Also feedback would be helpfull, as a reader did you understand it was Glinda's funeral (or something along thoose lines) ? Because sometimes I think the story over so much I might not give it enough explanation in the materialization of it all.
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