The afterlife

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked

Author's note: this is my first attempt of Fan fiction in a while so please be honest but nice, thank you.

After death do us part.

My dearest, Glinda

I sit here cramped underneath the castle floor thinking of you, I hear you crying, whimpering the nickname you had given to me long ago. Your voice echoes off the castle walls " oh Elphie".

For seconds I do not hear your voice.

Fiyero is alive Glinda and I'm thankful to be out of the ground.

You sing so the citizens of Oz can't hear you, but I can hear you, you say, " Because I knew you" while they celebrate the glorious and false death of your best friend

" No one mourns the Wicked," they sing out as if including the whole world.

I replied but you did not hear me " because I knew you".

We sing in unison " I have been changed".

Fiyero and I know we can never look behind us.

So, the question is what is beyond the horizon?

Signed, Elphaba

Fiyero is now comforting me, because this letter Glinda you will never get to see, for I wrote it without a pen or paper, though it is imprinted in my heart with all the feelings I can no longer express.

We now are leaving Oz forever as we walk towards the sun with its brilliant colors.

While, the shadow of Oz is left behind and we move forward into a new life.