A/N: Uhm xD? I actually like this but you know how those things are x.x. Idea's not mine, I'll confess. I borrowed the idea from JellyBean30's House fic, Trapped in the Closet. True, personification isn't copyrighted, but I like to give credit where credit is due ;-;.
This is just as a thanks to all the reviews for An Ode XD. (Love you guys!)
Updated to fit FFN's stupid rules. The horizontal line looks weird now D:
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From the moment her fingers first touch me, it's like magic. I know we're meant to be. The ridiculous cupcake of a girl, Galinda, never appreciates me. Hideodeous, she calls me. I know this girl will be different.
The first time she wears me is epic. Before she enters the ballroom, she strokes me lovingly, whispering to me. "Imagine it," she says.
She enters and our illusions are shattered. She is ashamed of me. She hates me because Galinda gave me to her.
Defiantly, she dons me once more. She thanks me now. She loves me because Galinda gave me to her.
She doesn't wear me anymore.
I often wonder if she remembers me, but alas, it's more than mere forgetfulness. She opens the closet sometimes to gaze at me, but it's always with guilt. I wonder why?
She's happy. No, she's ecstatic.
She's taking me out of the closet and placing me on her bed. We're going somewhere.
I am a horrible hat. Is it wrong that I'm gleeful that she's wearing me now, even if it's because she's called a Witch?
I'm part of her now. She wears me as part of her icon but I know it's more than that. She wears me to remember home.
The moment Glinda touches me again, I know everything has changed. She has no respect for me, no respect for what I stand for.
Glinda tosses me to her half-heartedly and I realise I'm done for.
Where is she? I'm on the floor.
She's never left me on the floor before, if she could help it. I've always been on her head or in a closet or box somewhere.
Who's crying? Oh, it's Glinda.
Oh. Oh, Elphaba.