Never
A/N: A sequel to my earlier short, Realisation. This time from Elphaba's point of view. After hearing from Fiyero how he bumped into Glinda, Elphie faces up to the shortcomings of her life. Book-based, implied Gelphie.
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Glinda. She knew about us. Any fool could tell. As his innocent account found purchase in my mind and heart, it took every ounce of will not to leave him there and then. To take to the daytime streets, discarding pride, caution, intent. Search for her, find her, profess, confess. Impress on her just how much – then reason returned. All the words in Oz could not bring it back to me. What I'd never had.
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I told her I loved her. Once, one sunny afternoon. Did she know I meant it? Did I, then? Feeling as I did those little words still on my lips. Bittersweet. I'd never tasted love before.
Nor would I again, a cipher, cold, dead to the world. Stumbling through a part in my own tawdry love affair. A poor play - painted flats, flat, unsupported cheap romance.
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If only – I step back from the gulf of what might have been.
She can't. She'll never come back to me.