"Oh, Elphaba." I sighed to myself. I was beginning to talk to myself. Never a good sign. "I miss you."
"Citizens!" I yelled in a larger voice. "I've just told you what a great person Elphaba was and still you cheer? Why?"
"Well, we don't know why. It just simply is. She was your enemy, was she not?" said a citizen.
"No, of course not. She was my best friend."
"But, Ms. Glinda, with all due respect, you said you were the one who fleshed her out!" cried another.
"It was a grandalicious mistake. Elphie was the sweetest, kindest person I'll ever meet. It was my entire fault, you see." I explained pointedly. "She said and warned me that if I told you the truth, you would abandon me. Fools."
"But, it's not that simple Ms. Glin—"
"Mrs. Pollywright, one of the people closest to my heart will be your new leader. I must leave you, I'm afraid. This is no longer where my heart is. I love you all, but I must leave Munchkinville."
Then, it hit me all at once. Elphie was alive. Wasn't it obvious? I was the one who told Dorothy that the only way too kill the witch of the west was to through water on her and as thick as I am, even I know that.
"Bubbles," I thought as I, too, got ready to have my escape.
"Take me to Elphaba and Fiyero."
He had to be with her. I missed Fiyero. He was amazing, but he was Elphaba's and I had to learn to accept that.
Fiyero is Elphaba's. Fiyero is not Glinda's. He was Galinda's. But that's a totally different story. Right now, I was finding them.