Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the plot. All other rights go to Gregory Maguire, Stephen Schwartz, and Winnie Holzman.
It had been weeks since the passing of the Wicked Witch of the West, and all of Oz was celebrating. Well, almost all of Oz. For one person, the celebration only hurt. Every night, after a long day of putting on the façade that she was oh, so used to after years of practice, one person wept, wallowing in the memories of the dearly departed: many know her as Glinda the Good. They knew her simply as Glinda and, before that, Galinda. They had been her only true friends during her time at Shiz University such a long time ago, and right now, they were the only two people that mattered to her. And they were both gone.
She should've seen it coming. Really, she should've. It was only a matter of time before they appeared in her dreams, ready to take out all of their anger on her. It began only a few days after the… incident, and they hadn't stopped since then. Every day, she felt worse and worse as they picked her apart in her sleep. She didn't know how much longer she could take it. As the hauntings, as she had started to call them, progressed, she had started giving less and less attention to the pressures of ruling Oz. One day, she even did nothing but sit in a chair with a kind of blank, unreadable expression on her face. Periodically, she muttered something that sounded close to a name and then drifted back into her catatonic state. No one could comfort her, and the citizens of Oz began to grow worried. It seemed as though nothing could save her. This is a recount of one of the more recent nights...
It had been like any other dream: the area around her was misty and foggy, and it looked as though Glinda was in the middle of a forest clearing. She looked around for a second, and when she brought her head around to look forward again, there they were, standing right in front of her. Although she knew the response wouldn't be any different, she asked the question that she always asked.
"Elphie? Fiyero?" Her voice sounded hopeful, but she knew what was coming next. Elphaba scowled as well as Fiyero, and what came next never ceased to tear at her very soul.
"You lied to us. You betrayed us," the green woman growled in a low and threatening voice. Glinda's eyes teared up.
"Please, Elphie, I've said that I'm sorry so many times," she pleaded. "I feel absolutely horrendible about it, about everything. Please, I'm begging you, forgive me," she continued as tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. It was now Fiyero's turn to speak.
"You think that saying 'sorry' will fix everything?" he said, his anger almost tangible. "You really think that we'll forgive you for what you've done? Your actions cost us both of our lives, Glinda, and you honestly think that we'll forgive you just like that?!" Fiyero raised his voice towards the end, and that's when the tears came. Glinda knew what he said was true, but that didn't make his words any less painful.
"Oh, look, now she's crying. Oh, no, I feel so bad," Elphaba remarked, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "Oh, please, give me a break." Glinda looked up at her through the veil of her tears.
"Elphie…" Elphaba's eyes narrowed.
"You don't deserve to call me that anymore. Not after what you did. You killed my sister, and through that, you killed Fiyero as well. You betrayed me on several occasions, starting back when we were in the attic in that god-forsaken palace all those years ago. I will never forgive you, and neither will Fiyero. I wish I could say that I'm sorry, but truthfully, I'm not." The two turned around and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Glinda cried, but they just ignored her and kept walking. "Elphaba! Fiyero! Please, come back! Don't leave me here all by myself!" she shouted through the breaks between her sobs, but to no avail. "Please, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Glinda could do nothing but watch as the two figures faded away. "Please! I need you! Please, come back! Please!" She collapsed into a ball on the ground, sobbing, and she remained this way until the world around her faded to black.
A/N: So, yeah. I know it's short, but... oh, well. I'm planning on adding a second chapter that has a happier ending, but for now, please review! Thank you!