Glinda walked along the empty street. It was getting dark and therefore cold. Fall had begun and some brown leaves were already lying on the pavement Glinda was walking on. It was getting cold, but she did not feel it, not anymore. She couldn't feel anything since she was gone.
The Wicked Witch of the West.
And she couldn't even mourn her loss. Everyone was happy that the Wicked Witch was gone and so had to be Glinda the Good. But she didn't feel good at all. All she wanted to do was to cry out her bottled up pain, but she couldn't. Not even in the dark and small streets of the Emerald City.
Sometimes she awoke from a wonderful dream. Back at Shiz together with Elphie when she wasn't the Wicked Witch, but Elphie, just Elphie, her Elphie. But when she sat up and realised that those days were long over she started to cry bitterly through the whole night and hoped to wake up from the nightmare she was linving in.
The day after she had to be Glinda the Good again and do her job, but she wouldn't smile anymore. But no one would notice, because everyone loved her, but no one loved her. There had only been one person who loved her, but she was gone.
Forever.
Glinda let herself fall down onto a small bench and silent tears were running down her face. She missed her friend terribly especially in those nights.
Slowly she wiped her salty tears away and looked now at the starry sky above her and sighed. She wanted to believe that Elphaba was up there and free. But she wasn't up there and Glinda knew it and it tore her heart apart. They didn't start off very well at the beginning, they both knew it, but this had changed after the dance. Since then Glinda had always feared a life without Elphaba, because only the green girl really knew her. With Elphaba she was able to be nothing more but herself.
A woman came nearer and stopped in front of her.
"Glinda? Glinda the Good?" the woman asked.
The good witch didn't look up instead she grabbed the cloth in her arms tighter.
"Would you please leave me alone?" she said back politely and the woman left without another word disappointed, because she had hoped to have a talk with Glinda the Good.
Glinda started to cry again and the tears fell down onto the cloth. She lifted it up to take a closer look at it and smiled sadly at Elphie's pointed hat. It was all that was left of her friend.
"I miss you..." she whispered into the cold night and started trembling.
She felt someone else sitting down beside her, but again she didn't bother to look up, she didn't even bother to hide her tears and sobs.
"Don't cry, my Sweet. There is no need to." Said a soft and calming voice.
Glinda didn't allow anyone to call her by that name and no one did besides one person and so she looked up and saw a tear strained face similar to her own, but also a precious smile. Glinda took the hand that fitted so perfectly well into hers and for the first time in months Glinda the Good actually smiled.
