A/N: Yep, a oneshot. Nope, chapter 9 for For Good isn't done yet. Deal :).
Reviews help placate the irate, museless Mel ;-;.
Perfect
She stands there, bound to the spot as her brain rages in a cruel mixture of anger, sorrow, shock, self-loathing, and dismay.
Even after all those long, lonesome years… even after so many hate-filled glances… part of her still believed he could love her, and only her damned inability to walk was preventing him from doing so.
'At last… I'm as perfect as you.'
But he isn't. Oh, though her twisted mind often thinks him to be, he isn't perfect. In this moment, especially, as she stands abandoned and small, she knows he's not perfect. What kind of perfect person is so flawed, so unwittingly cruel? What kind of perfection would that be, to be forever imprisoned by your own inability to say 'no'?
He'd perfected the ability to break her heart.
She casts a hateful glimpse at the girl in the mirror, the reason he's gone. The reason he could never love her. How could she ever have thought to compare with Glinda the Garishly Good?
…But what does he see in her, really? Who falls in love with the princess, perfect on the outside and empty on the inside? Doesn't he know she could love him far more than Glinda could? She had her whole heart to give, and give only to him. Glinda would forever be torn (if she could ever give up the image that is Fiyero) between the perfect life and the perfect lie. Can he really be that blind, that common, that… predictable?
And in that very moment, she only answer she can come up with is yes.
She was naïve to think he could ever look past her flaws, accept her vices, and fall for her.
After all, who could ever love a Witch?