Person B leaves Person A at the alter.

Glinda was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She had done mot of it already, but wanted to make sure she looked perfect. Even though Elphaba won't care what I look like, she thought. Just the thought of getting married to the love of her life was enough to make her hurry and want to speed down the asile and through their vows.

Finally finishing, she walked out of the room where her father was waiting. Giving her a huge smile and a kiss on the cheek, he offered her his arm, leading her into the chapel. Elphaba had already walked down the aisle and would be waiting for Glinda at the end. She couldn't want to see her beautiful green bride, couldn't wait to start their life together. Well, our life together has already started, Glinda thought, right before the doors opened. This is just making it official.

But Elphaba was not waiting at the end of the aisle. Thinking maybe she just hadn't walked yet, Glinda decided to wait a little bit.

However, someone quietly walked up to them and said that Elphaba hadn't even gotten dressed for the wedding, nor had she shown up to the church, and nobody knew where she currently was. They had tried calling, but her phone was turned off.

"Maybe I should take you home, dear." Her father said quietly, not wanting to cause a scene. Numbly, Glinda allowed herself to be led to the car and driven home. The fact that she would have to deal with her guests at some point and explain what had happened did not cross her mind.

Pulling up to their apartment, Glinda did not know what to expect. She did not know if Elphaba would be home. She had tried calling her in the car, but her phone was still turned off. Crying too hard to leave a message, she decided she would call back later.

Resisting her father's offers to stay with her that night, or finding someone who would, Glinda made her way inside. The only one she wanted was Elphie, and that was clearly not going to happen.

Walking around the cramped space in a daze, Glinda almost passed by the note on the kitchen counter. In Elphaba's smooth writing was her name. The letter wasn't thick, but it wasn't thin, either. Opening it, she began to read.

Dear Glinda,

By now you know that I ran away from our wedding. I don't know what state this letter will find you in, but I assume it will not be a good one.

I am so, so sorry I left you. I hope it wasn't too painful. What am I writing, of course it'll be painful.

I'm sure by now you're wanting some kind of explanation, and I will try to explain myself. I hope it is somewhat satisfactory.

The idea of marriage was never something that was in my dreams as a little girl, it wasn't something that I spent hours fantasizing about. I didn't even know if I would get married one day. Then I met you, and everything changed – I know that sounds cliché. I feel for you, hard. I hadn't done that before, with anyone. Since I didn't have "the perfect wedding" in mind, I did not expect to propose to you, but it made me very happy when you said 'yes.' I'm sure you're wondering why I proposed if I was just going to walk out and not actually go through with the wedding itself. But I had every intention of marrying you when I proposed, and while planning the wedding. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment my feelings changed. But somewhere along the way, I got scared and doubted myself, even more than I already did, and that was not a good combination at all. Not of marrying you, not at all, but of marriage in general. 50% of marriages end in divorce, and I did not want us to become one of those couples. I know what you're thinking: but then 50% of marriages last! And you're right, Glinda. But I was so full of self-doubt – this has nothing to do with you, my sweet, but everything to do with me. You are such a extraordinary person and anyone would be lucky to have you. I know I was. But I didn't feel like I deserved you, at all.

I hope this letter explained some things, although you have every right to hate me for the rest of your life. You do not deserve what I did, and again I am truly sorry. I know that won't make up for what I've done. I'm sure by now that you've tried to contact me. I don't know yet where I will be going, but I'll call you in a few days. I hope you'll at least talk to me.

-Elphie

While Glinda was happy she got a letter and some explanations, it didn't help a whole lot. She knew Elphaba wasn't the type to get married, but then she proposed so Glinda thought she must be okay with it, and from her letter, it confirmed what Glinda was thinking. Were there signs that I should have seen? Glinda replayed every moment from the proposal on, trying to figure out when Elphaba's feelings had changed, even if she didn't know herself. But Elphaba was apparently a better actress than she thought because she couldn't figure out when things had gone sour, which made her feel frustrated. Calling Elphaba again, just in case, and not getting an answer, didn't help anything.

By then, Glinda realized that it was nearly dark and she hadn't eaten anything all day. She also realized that she should be a married woman right now, dancing with her bride and their friends and family. And that she was still in her wedding dress. Walking into their room – could it still even be called theirs? – she opened Elphaba's drawers and found that most of her stuff was still there, it was almost as if she had gone on a little vacation.

The day of her wedding.

Without taking Glinda with her.

Without even telling Glinda where she was going.

Shimming out of her dress and into more comfortable clothes, Glinda then walked back into the kitchen and tried to decide what to eat for dinner. Finding Elphaba's favorite crackers made her throw them at the wall, and then tears cascaded down her face, slow at first and then very fast. She stayed like that, bawling her eyes out in the small kitchen, for several hours. By then, she had exhausted herself to the point where she was falling asleep against the counter. Not wanting to sleep in the bed she had shared with Elphaba, she chose to grab a blanket and sleep on the couch, which was actually fairly comfortable. The events of the day caught up with her, and she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Glinda woke up to the sound of her phone ringing.