Glinda sobbed her eyes dry and propped herself up weakly on her elbows, her hands sliding beneath Elphaba's cloak and meeting a folded piece of parchment. She pulled herself up wiping her cheeks from any traces of tears, she still clung to the paper and unwrapped it, stifling another bout of tears as she drank in the musty smell of books and leaves and recognized the neat writing of her friend,
Glinda,
I can imagine you now, sitting in that dreary old castle, crying out of sadness and even a little anger of the girl, Dorothy. But please don't, I realize there is no fault but mine in this. Don't grieve for me the people of Oz rely on you as the face of hope and confidence in these dark times, now hopefully over.
The Blonde clutched it and cried, letting the tears fall freely.
Stop it, yes I know you to well, every reaction to every word but if you don't stop I will come back just so I can slap some sense into you, Glinda. This is reality, life, ups, and downs- I will always remember that one night after the dance, you gave me something I really hadn't had till then, hope of true friendship. And honestly, I really I did like that hat more then I let on. That's why I want you to take it back now, it's only right it return to its original owner, I suppose. Along with that I still want you to have the Grimmerie, make something good of it. If anyone can I know it's you .At this point I know I'm stalling from something I really don't want to say. Good-bye, I'll cherish the times we've had forever. Hold out, if you can.
Hold out, my sweet.
Elphaba
Glinda read the note so many times before she stopped; she'd probably memorized it by then. She than straightened up, stood, and put the note into her pocket, and tucked the large, heavy book under her arm. She would make good of this Oz blasted book at any, for Elphaba.