Private Emotions of the Broken
"All hail Glinda ruler of Oz"
Believe it or not but those are the first words I heard when I became ruler of Oz. People yelled it proudly, as if I was their new hope, I wasn't, and their real hope died that day. It was the same day I heard this.
"She's dead, the Wicked Witch is dead"
That was their hope, a women unlike me, who was better than any I knew. The women who should have gotten my praise. I loved her and I'm not sure how well I'll do without her or if I'll hold out at all. She died and on that same day, I witnessed it. I don't think I've cried harder. I wish I'd have saved her instead of standing there like a fool. I was powerful enough to do it. So why didn't I? The answer was a simple one, I was afraid; I lacked the courage to save my beloved girl.
I thought she could do anything, I guess I was wrong. I always am. So how am I meant to rule a country? Well I guess is Elphaba thought I could then I can. Oh no, I'm crying. I thought I'd shed all my tears, well maybe not. I miss her still. I sit here in my empty bedroom staring out the window in wooden chair looking out into the night sky. I guess I'm still waiting for her to fly in here and tell me everything's fine like she used too.
Though no matter how I wait she never comes. It's strange to regret something like that, the simple things. Like two arms wrapped around you for comfort, or someone who was always meant to be there gone for good.
Why did people always have to judge her? I did and I'm ashamed of it because I ended up loving her. If Elphaba had only stayed with me, we could have both taken down the Wizard. If I had only gone with her…I still regret not climbing on that broom with her.
Damn, why won't these tears stop flowing? I just want my Elphie back. Why won't she come back? Why not? I'm sorry for hurting her, I'm sorry for judging her and hurting her, I love her. Isn't that enough to bring her back. Isn't that enough because if it isn't, then everyone lies; because love will never concur all.