This is a threeshot for my friend Xylot3. She's a much bigger fan then me, I've just watched the musical once.

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The room was dark, the only light the glimmers that peaked through the glass balcony door from a few faint stars and a thin crescent moon. The Good Witch of the North lay on her four-poster, her blonde hair spread out on the soft pillows. Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked. Once. Twice.

"Elphaba?"

Glinda rubbed her eyes and sat up, staring up at the green girl who stood before her, her black cloak billowing around her in the soft night breeze.

"Elphaba, what are you-"

"Shh." Elphaba sat down on the edge of the mattress and pressed a finger against her friend's lips to silence her.

Neither of them moved a muscle.

Then, Elphaba let the finger that lay against the blonde girl's lips wander, tracing over her cheek, caressing the side of her face, while her other hand reached out, wrapping around her torso. Glinda let out an almost inaudible sigh, then threw her arms around Elphaba's neck, pulling her in and hugging her tight.

"Glinda." Just one word, but a word that conveyed more love than a thousand affirmations. Elphaba ran her hand through the thick hair, then slowly, turned her head and pressed her lips against the smooth cheek. And again. And again, peppering the side of the blonde's face with kisses. "Glinda." Glinda felt her breath hitch in the throat as Elphaba twisted her neck, letting their lips meet.

Neither girl knew how long they stayed like that for, their bodies pressed together, their mouths moving together, and their tongues entwined in a dance that is only known to the most profound of connections. Their hands pushing past the obstructing cloth as the lovers sought bare skin, wanting to know, to feel, to be together in the deepest of ways.

Then it stopped.

Elphaba pulled away suddenly from the warmth of the blonde's body, standing up and moving away

"No," Glinda grabbed her hand and interlaced her fingers with the slender green ones. "Stay. Please"

Elphaba gave a shuddering sigh, squeezing her eyes shut as she removed her hand. "I can't." She reached over, rearranging Glinda's nightgown and pushed her back onto her pillow, then pulled the blanket up around her, tucking her in once more. "I'm sorry." She turned and walked away.

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Glinda woke with a gasp, her eyes springing open, only to close again as a sob wracked her body. She pressed her face into the pillow, her body shaking as she ruined it with her tears. The dream had been plaguing her for weeks, and it was the same every time. She would come, then she would go.

Glinda bit her lip, trying to pull herself together. She had an address to make in the morning and it would do no good for the Ozians to see her red eyed from crying all night instead of sleeping. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the aching loneliness that the dream always left behind.

Four months had passed since Glinda had realised just how much Elphaba meant to her. Four months she had spent wishing with all her heart that it hadn't taken Elphaba's death to make her realise.

But it was too late now. Glinda wiped her eyes, then turned the pillow over and settled her cheek on the dry side. Elphaba was gone. And no amount of wishing was going to bring her back. She closed her eyes, not noticing that the balcony door that she had closed the night before, was now half open.

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Outside, tears ran freely down green cheeks as Elphaba bit the sleeve of her cloak to muffle her sobs. One more night, one more illusion of what could never be. She gripped the railing hard, and bit the inside of her cheek, breathing deeply as she tried to stop herself from crying. She was gone, she didn't exist, and that was how it was.

She mounted her broom, and flew off into the night.

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TBC… It's not all tears.