Locket

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked; 

A/N: I'm just doing a couple of random Wicked drabbles; not necessarily wicked 100; mostly book, but maybe some musical. This one is Elphaba's POV.

I spread the things from my trunk on my bed. I didn't know why I was doing this to myself. Causing myself pain like this…I guess I deserved it, because of all I've done….but still. I laid the random necklaces…no, lockets, rather on my bed. There were four of them.

The first held a picture of my mother. I still loved her. Foolish? Yes. Alcoholic? Yes. But still, she was my mother. And I remembered her for the good things.

The second was of Nessa. I did miss her. She was demanding, impossible to deal with, and her religious notions made me want to scream, yes, but she was my sister and I missed her now that she was gone.

The third was of Glinda. I missed Glinda more than I ever had. I had been nasty to her, but that wasn't really me talking, that was my temper talking not me. At least that was what I told myself.

The last one made my breath catch in my throat, and then come in uncontrollable gasps. The pain that ripped the unhealed wound in my heart open was unbearable. It was of Fiyero. My true love, my happiness, my life. I found no fault in him, just love in the memory, but pain also. Although I never wanted to look away from the picture, I forced myself to because I couldn't bear the pain that came with the wonderful memories.

After a while of sitting there, I gathered my things and picked up and left my room.

A/N: More of a oneshot then a drabble, I know, but it sort of wrote itself. Definitely more to come, if people review.