Title: Tragic
Summary: "I think they got it backwards."
Rating: K+
Archive: Not really…
Disclaimer: Of course I own Nessarose and Boq.
Author's Note: I don't even know myself. Just review this itty bitty dabble. It's not great, but I still like to know your thoughts. It's just a drabble I thought of while sitting here.
Tragic
Tragically beautiful.
What a title…I never thought that it would fit me so perfectly. Of course, there was that one minor flaw, wasn't there? I wasn't beautiful. I wasn't beautiful enough for you, was I? That god damned mirror reminded me of it every day, and every day I wondered, "Will I be beautiful today?" How could I be beautiful if you never looked at me like you looked at her? Did you picture her when you called me beautiful, Boq? Did you imagine her every time we danced, every time we talked? Did you imagine her when you lied to me? How tragically I believed you...
...Tragic. I never realized how perfectly that fit me. Tragic. To provoke deep sadness or grief. I provoked many things-pity, sadness, pain, but never love. I never got that. I was truly tragic. I didn't just provoke pain; I caused it. And now, and now, Boq, I can't help but laugh and ask, "Was I tragic enough for you?" If not, I'm tragic now. Death will do that to you.
I think they got it backwards. Elphaba was beautiful. She was tall, she was lithe, and she was beautiful. She was green, and she was tragically so. She was tragically beautiful.
I think I was just beautifully tragic.
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