"Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun,"
Glinda the Good sat in a corner of her room. She was not crying. Her loss had been too great.
"Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,"
The comet was changed forever. The sun had uprooted life as the comet knew it. Glinda the Good was the comet. Elphaba Thropp was the sun.
"Can't I make you understand? You're having delusions of grandeur,"
The shallow, spoiled girl that was Galinda wouldn't ever have used the word, "grandeur." She wouldn't have the slightest idea of what it met. Elphaba had changed that.
"I hope you're happy in the end. I hope you're happy… my friend."
Elphaba had not been happy. She may have been glad that Glinda hadn't come with her; glad that Glinda could live out a normal life. Only Glinda couldn't. Elphaba was at every corner. If Glinda saw the throne where the Wizard had reigned, she thought, oh, this is where Elphie chose death over servitude. Glinda couldn't be truly happy.
"So if you care to find me, look to the western sky,"
Glinda stood up and walked to the west-facing window. She stepped onto the balcony and looked at the stars. Ever so briefly, a comet streaked across the sky. Glinda smiled and then, for the first time since Elphaba's death, Glinda the Good wept.
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AN: Well, this idea just popped into my head while I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack. I'm thinking of adding an Elphaba chapter and maybe Fiyero, Boq, and the Wizard. I don't know yet.
Eleka Nahmen