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The pain in her chest was unbearable, she felt a huge will to faint, to lost her senses so that she couldn't be forced to feel that amount of pain, of lost.
"Elphie" the little blonde cried in agony, her friend was dead. That obnoxious, rude, stubborn, strong, smart, sweet girl was dead.
When the messenger arrived with the news, Glinda had to force herself not to scream, not to break down. Only when the messenger left her alone in her room she was finally free to scream and curse God, the Wizard, Oz, destiny, faith.
She looked at the mirror in front of her and what she saw surprised her for the first time, who was that person reflected in the mirror she asked herself. All dressed in white, but white was making her sick, that ridiculous amount of sparkles, of jewels.
Glinda turned her back to the mirror and tried to breath but it seemed like even trying to breath was a torture to her.
Elphaba was her only true friend, the only one she could be true with and now she was gone.
"Elphie, if only I had defied gravity with you so many years ago like you asked me, if only I had been able to be brave for once, I would still be with you my friend" the sobbing took over her and she let herself get on her knees, she was grabbing the grimmerie and then despair filled her heart making it almost impossible for her to breath, she shoot the old book against the room's door in anger.
She seemed nothing like herself, no good thoughts, no sparkles or "pink" smiles, just anger, despair and another feeling that she couldn't quite describe.
Glinda, however, knew she couldn't stay like that, she was the new leader of Oz, she had finally been able to exile the false wizard and her former teacher, the people of Oz needed her, and she needed them to be able to forget how she needed Elphaba.
When she got out of the room she immediately was able to hear the joy and the chantings outside the building.
"The Wicked Witch is dead!" the sentence was echoing loud from all around her and she had to bite her lip to avoid screaming in anger.
But that was her faith, conceal her feelings, being good, being perfect. She was only herself, her true self when Elphaba was around to push her buttons, Elphaba wasn't around anymore and that plastic, empty shell was everything that was left of Glinda.
The blonde joined the people outside and sang with them, loud and clear the death of the Wicked Witch of the West.
"No one mourns the Wicked" they all sang and those words tasted like poison to Glinda, she would mourn her.
When she was finally alone, again in the safety of her room she could finally give in to her emotions and cry.
"You idiot!" she said beneath her breath "Why couldn't you stay quiet, stay calm, why did you have to be so brave, why trying to be a hero?!".
Her room seemed more empty than usual and the memory of the room she used to share with Elphaba in Shiz made the pain grow insane. The sparkles in her dress were giving her nauseous, she tried to take off that white glowing dress but she was trembling and it wouldn't came out.
Glinda lost all her posture, all her elegance and in despair she ripped of the dress, finding in herself more strength than she would ever expected to have inside her.
"You idiot, look what trying to be a hero brought you!" the blonde said sobbing.
Elphaba was gone and with her every bit of happiness and glow in Glinda.
The months passed quickly, she managed to free Oz from the wizard's supporters chains and she restored the peace in all the lands, North, South, East and West.
In all the Oz, Glinda, the Good Witch was knew for her kindness, for her beauty but no one ever talked about her smile again, maybe because in more than 2 years no one saw it again.
She was kind, fair and merciful but she never smiled, never laughed, never smirked again, well at least in those two years.
As the time passed her power was turning weaker and despite the peace in Oz, Glinda knew that there were still people ready to take her place and bring tyranny back.
In the streets the rumor that Glinda was dying was spreading fast and when Glinda heard it, she laughed for the first time.
"I've been dead for so long now" she whispered with a bitter smile on her, not as pink as before, lips.
"Don't be stupid"
The voice made Glinda shiver and jump back to the window, there a woman in green skin sitting on her windowsill smiling at her.
The words where lost in her throat.
"I'm happy to see you too" Elphaba said with a smirk trying to disguise the fear in her voice, entering the room with her old broomstick in one hand.
They stared at each other for a few seconds that seemed hours to Elphaba, she knew she had been gone for too long, but deep inside she hopped that Glinda would be able to forgive her, maybe the girl had miss her.
"Miss. Galinda can't you talk?" the green girl, now woman asked smiling.
Suddenly she saw Glinda raising her wand to her with a serious face and for a moment Elphaba thought the girl would attack her. Instead the blonde pointed the wand to her broomstick and with a ray of magic the broomstick was fast destroyed.
"What the hell Glinda?!" the green woman yelled but the next second she was being slapped hard on the face by the blonde hard enough to make her almost lose balance.
Elphaba was in shock by the blonde's reaction but before she could say anything at all Glinda pulled her into a hug and she could feel the blonde's sobs against her chest.
"Glinda, my broomstick..." Elphaba said after a while caressing Glinda's hair.
Glinda looked to her with tears in her eyes "It's gone and without it you can't leave me alone again!"