There she sat.
Crying.
She thought he would understand.
She really did.
The tears came harder as she realized the whole truth.
She was a fool.
He had lured her in, and she had been trapped.
She had fallen, and he had dropped her.
"Galinda."
The voice was calm and comforting.
She longed to find it.
"Elphie?"
Came the muffled reply.
"Come here my sweet."
And she holds onto her best friend. She's the only thing keeping her there.
Keeping her sane, keeping her strong.
Keeping her alive.
He didn't understand when she told him.
She told him first, and he left her for fear.
His fear.
Hiding from what he didn't want.
Shallow and conceited.
"He'll die a lonely death. A death that won't be mourned..."
And the tears come harder at the thought.
"I'm here, love. I'm here."
Her best friend rubbed her back.
She would have to apologize for the tears when the time was right.
"Shhh, shhh...
Little angel, I'm here.
Stop you're crying. Everything is going to be okay."
But everything wasn't okay.
It never would be okay.
She's far too tired to ponder the falsities of her friend's scripture.
"Yes, sleep, angel. It's alright."
How could she have let herself fall?
How could she have let herself do this?
It wasn't worth it.
He was a heartless idiot, and she was bearing his child.