Disclaimer: I will never own Wicked, let's leave it at that. *Sad*

Glinda looked at the silhouette of Kiamo Ko, the place where Elphaba, her Elphie had died. She didn't care that the rain was washing away her makeup, how could she? Every droplet of rain that landed on her skin reminded Glinda of Elphaba, every bead of what would've been pain… Glinda pulled Elphaba's cloak around herself to shield her from the rain. She made sure the little green vile was with her and quickly pulled the hood over her face, so when she returned no one would wonder what had happened.

How could they, even I wonder what happened.

Glinda found every step she took became more of a struggle, even so close to home. The mud was sticking to her shoes and threatening to make her prisoner. Her shoes were no longer white and sparkly, she remembers when she bought them, that one day with Elphie… finally she couldn't take it anymore, she took off the shoes and ran home with them still in her hands.

When she got to her room she collapsed on her bed, clenching the bottle next to her chest. "Oh Elphie, how were you so strong?" She knew she couldn't tell anyone what they had shared once. But she knew what she could do tomorrow.

The next day the first thing Glinda did was visit a stone mason, the best she could afford. With Elphaba's father, sister, and mother passed, who would make her a grave? Someone mourns the wicked. For her Glinda chose a simple stone, well, maybe not simple to most. It was marble with flecks of emerald in it.

"Specially occasion, Lady Glinda?" The stone mason had asked.

"Very, for a friend." Was all she said to him.

She privately bought the space in the local cemetery and got the stone engraved. "Elphaba Thropp- beloved Sister, Daughter, Lover, Fighter, and Friend. Glinda kneeled next to the stone once it was placed. She admired its strange beauty, like she had done for Elphaba. She looked around, no one. Good she thought. She slowly pulled out a white lily and gently placed it in front of the marker and cried for a moment before returning home.

Later that night a woman and man are passing the cemetery. "Let's go in." The woman urges suddenly, and to her own surprise. "Why?" Asked the man as he offered her his hand. "I-I don't know, I have a feeling…" She started but drifted off. The man paused for a moment, thinking. "Okay, keep a watch out, though." "I will." She replied. She quickly finds Nessa's, her fathers, and mothers graves. All lined next to each other. She muttered a spell underneath her breath and a bunch of flowers appeared in the snow at the bottom of each grave. She smiled for the first time in days. The ending of the last name on a stone next to her mother's grave caught her eye it read- 'ropp' so she brushed off the snow and saw what it said.

Elphaba Thropp

Beloved Sister, Daughter, Lover, Fighter, and Friend.

Elphaba sank into the snow, silent tears running down her face. I'm sorry Glinda, I promise we'll meet again. Words couldn't explain what she felt. She had to find Glinda and tell her. Fiyero walked up to her and read the stone. "No, you can't, remember what we promised Fae. She can't know." Elphaba realized Fiyero knew her to well. She looked into her sorrowful eyes. "I know." She sighed as they walked away. But she looked back.

I won't forget you, Glinda, I'll come back for you I promise.

Please tell me what you think, honest opinion- or it'll never get better. I also just realized how different this one is than my first two, and I did them all in the same day. Mood swings maybe? Ha-ha. So, depending what reviews I get I may continue this- so if you like it press that nice little button down there!

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