Hey everyone its Amy and I decided to do a wicked drabble type oneshot. Its pointless, I just did it for fun. Got kind of bored and its Glinda's random thoughts.Hope you like it.
Disclamier: I don't own Wicked. If I did then I would be one happy girl! Hehe.
Life is like the sky. Every drop of rain is every tear I shed. Every clap of thunder is the anger I throw. Every bit of wind is my whipping regret, trying to grant me my desires.
As the seasons change so does my life. As snow falls, as rain falls, as hail falls, so does my life.
Love. The heat from the sun. Powerful, hot, full of lust and steam. A sensastion like no other. Something I have with Fiyero but we do not share. My affections rejected to someone hidden behind the color of her skin. Someone I loathe and love all together. Someone who desevers a second chance. They both deseverd a shot at it. A second chance at it.Life.
As do I. My sins one too many.
Sighing I look back at myself in the mirrior and I don't see beauty. I see someone who has betrayed everyone and ruined lives. Someone who could of chose to do the right thing but instead chose to do the the selfish thing. The one thing that will benifiet me. Let me gain as others loss.
Life. A valuable gift that should not be taken for granted. Life, something someone should not take away from someone els. And yet, in a way, I have.
Nessa-Rose Thropp. Innocet girl. Tragiclly beautiful, her beauty hidden behind a chair. She is lonley. Un loved. Then burried alive by a suddon occurance of a home falling upon her.
Elphaba. Neglectaed from the world. Hidden beneath a layer of green is beauty, compassion, intellagence. Tis a shame. Hated and shuned from the world. Then melted.
And Fiyero. Beautiful, royalty. Perfect. Then he sacrificed himself for a witch. A girl whom ozian's refer to as a witch. In my eyes, she is Elphie.
And then there is me. As I pretend to rejoyce on someones last breathes. Someone I hold dearly to my heart. Someone who has passed on and is somewhere, looking at me from above, gaurding me. I feel hollow and empty knowing your presence can not be seen but felt. I feel sick that my life turned out this way and yet, blessed to have you in my life. I took you for granted and if I could turn back time I would.
People refer to me as The"Glinda at the good." They have me wrong. I am fake. I am living a lie. I am a terrible girl inside.
When I look in the mirror I dont see beauty. I see a real witch. I have nothing left. Nothing left at all. Then, if you think deep enough, you see Boq.
And he tells me "Don't be hard on your self Glinda, Elphaba, Fiyero and Nessa Rose died because it was there time, not because of you."
But I am hard on myself. I always will be. I miss them. Miss them all. Nessa, Fiyero, Elphie.
And I can't help but blame myself.
The End.
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