Perfect
Alright, this is my second Gelphie fic. I think I could improve, but I hope that everyone will enjoy it. It's quite short though.
Disclaimer – I don't own anything.
Galinda always wondered why her roommate called herself beautifully tragic.
She could understand it, yet she couldn't. She could see all the disgusted expressions, the insults, the taunts, the rumors. Maybe that was why Elphaba would call herself that.
But if it was, she seriously doubted it. Calling herself 'beautifully tragic', all just because of that? She seemed impervious to it, like it wouldn't affect her anymore. The blonde could see her physically ignoring it, almost keeping it under control. If somebody stepped over the line, she would strike out, armed with a fiery temper, and a sharp tongue.
'So that couldn't be the whole reason' she thought to herself. Thinking more on it, she realized that it was probably only part of the reason.
'So maybe part of it were her childhood issues'. It probably was, Galinda would think to herself sadly. What with her mother, and Elphie's stories of her childhood, she could understand that. But still, Glinda didn't think it was the whole reason.
And for days, whenever she had free time, or she stopped paying attention to her surroundings, Galinda's mind would work on this question. She wasn't as out of it as some people would think she was. Every time, she thought that she had found the answer, but she would always find a flaw. It was never ending, always on the back of her mind, just waiting for a spare moment. And she thought on this so hard sometimes, that when people saw her, they asked her if she had anything wrong. Elphie had offered to take her to the nurse, when she saw this once.
One day, she pieced together every answer she had some up with. They seemed to make up some of the reason why, but not the whole thing. ON that day, Galinda just stopped thinking about that question. Because she knew, that it was for all those reasons, and so many more, that the green girl would call herself beautifully tragic. And she would never figure it out, for one reason which she herself did not consciously recognize.
Because, at night, when she and her roommate would finish their before bed routines, and Galinda had crawled into bed with Elphie, she couldn't describe Elphaba as tragic. She couldn't describe Elphaba as beautiful.
She could only describe Elphaba, as perfect.
I hope you liked it, and review if you like. It makes me happy anyways.