I have that dream again.
We are sitting outside, at the edge of the Suicide Canal back in our Shiz days. But there are no others around. No Crope, no Tibbett, no Nessarose, no Boq. Just the two of us. Possibly after a very tiring day of work in the lab with Doctor Dillamond, before our lives shot to whatever unpleasant afterlife there might be, if there is in fact an afterlife. The sunlight is dancing off of her beautiful flaxen hair, the clear sky reflecting in her tantalizingly blue eyes. Her gorgeous, rosy lips are parted ever so faintly, almost hesitant to say something. But out it comes.
"What are you afraid of, Miss Elphie?"
And just like that, I lose her. I can't see her anymore, no, but I can feel her breath on my neck, her chest heaving with her even breaths against my back. Those golden curls brushing against the back of my neck. I am sent into a dizzying spiral, not downward, nor up. There is no one else, only me and the ghost of someone who used to be the largest, most maddening, yet important person in my life. I am afraid to respond. Every time I respond, I wake.
"You, Glinda," I say heavily, and hear a slight hitch in breath behind me. But the dream continues. Not for long, but it does, and by this I am relieved. Her breathing on my neck becomes stronger, but remains at a painfully slow pace. My heart begins to beat eleven miles a minute, ready to pound right out of my chest at any given moment. And then, her response.
"And you have every reason to be." Then, a pair of lips, so soft and moist, come into contact with my neck, sending me diving headfirst into a sea of bliss. And, to my dismay, I wake.
It's been four years, Glinda -- stop haunting my dreams and invading my thoughts. Let me move on.
Glinda doesn't.
A/N: Random. Like, don't like? I don't even know what probed me to write it. Just a one-short drabble out of nowhere. And yes, I am working on updating my other story, don't worry! New chapter is almost done, I've just been really busy.