This is just something that popped into my head the other day. CURSE THEE, YOU PLOT BUNNIES! This is just a little friendship angst to counter balance the romance/humor fluff I've been doing.
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It had been one year since young, brave, Dorothy Gale had triumphed over the Wicked Witch of the West. The day that evil was vanquished and all of Oz knew peace.
All except Glinda the Good. Normally, Glinda could take comfort in knowing that her friend was in a better place, for even if Elphaba never believed in that sort of thing, Glinda had no doubt that that is what her friend deserved.
She knew that her Elphie was with the man she loved. Glinda was no longer mad at her friends, she realized that they were truly in love, and when Fiyero had apologized to her, she couldn't help but forgive him. He was about to be carried off for torture, and he cared about her feelings.
But this day was far more difficult than any other, today, she couldn't take comfort in anything. The stabbing in her heart was unbearable. the pain could only be healed by getting her friends back. And she knew that could never happen.
They were dead.
She was the only survivor. And she couldn't even mourn properly! She had to smile and wave to the crowd, telling them that her best, and only real friend was evil. It was to much. She felt tears run down her cheeks.
A knock sounded on her door, Glinda quickly wiped the moisture from her eyes, "C-come in."
A guard entered, "Lady Glinda, it is time to start the celebrations."
"Of course. Thank you, Casimir."
A few minutes later, the witch of the North was in her bubble, on her way to greet the citizens. She gave her normal speech, about how goodness had overcome evil, but she did not mean a word of it. She hardly meant anything she said anymore. It was all lies.
The Emerald City, so full of life, with its shiny exterior, yet so dirty, and corrupt underneath. It was ironic, really. If Glinda hadn't been drowning in such heartache, she might have even cracked a smile. Oz hated Elphie, the woman with skin the same beautiful color of their most beloved city.
But the Good Witch could not crack a smile. Usually, she had something to take comfort in. not today.
Normally, Elphaba could take comfort in Fiyero. Yero, her hero. He was her rock, he was always there for her. He was always there to chase he nightmares away when she awoke, sweating and shaking. But, today was different. It had been one year since her "death" and since she looked Glinda in the eye and lied to her for both the first and last time. The guilt was like a knife, cutting deeper with each passing moment, twisting and turning, making the wound deeper, wider, and more painful. She wanted nothing more than to find Glinda and tell her the truth, that her and Fiyero were safe and, for the most part, happy. The only thing that was wrong with their lives was the fact that Fiyero was still a scarecrow, and they were missing Glinda.
"Fae?" Elphaba turned at the sound of her lover's voice.
She smiled gently, "Yes, Yero."
"What are you thinking about?" he asked knowingly.
She sighed, "Glinda. I miss her."
"I know you do, Love. I miss her too. But, I'm sure she's fine. She's stronger than you give her credit for."
The green girl sighed, "I know. Its just... It's been a whole year. I… I don't know…" her eyes began to well up with tears that she was determined not to let fall, even as Fiyero pulled her into his straw-filled arms, her heart ached. Even Fiyero couldn't fill the hole in her heart, where her best friend belonged.
Normally, she could take comfort in Fiyero. Today was different.