This one is because of No One Mourns the Wicked and just Glinda in general feels. Enjoy~!
"Now at last she's dead and gone! Now at last there's joy throughout the land!"
Throughout the land, yes, there was nothing but unspeakable joy. The wicked witch was dead, and at last everyone could rest easy. Glinda had taken charge after the Wizard had "mysteriously" departed the land, and everything was perfect.
Almost.
Glinda stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, finally having returned to the Emerald City after reassuring the citizens of Oz that yes, the witch was gone, and yes, there was finally peace. Her nightgown fluttered in the warm wind that drifted through the city. Her hair hung in limp curls, draped across her shoulders, her arms folded over the balcony's pale green railing.
It had been so long since she'd taken a moment to herself. All she had done since she had been declared Glinda the Good was serve Oz, take care of her people, give speeches, smile and wave. She'd done a glorious bit of acting the week following all the drastic events, and now she could be Glinda.
She could be the Glinda that was heartbroken over losing her supposed-to-be-fiancé, heartbroken over the loss of her best friend, heartbroken over the loss of so much she hadn't realized was all hers until it was gone. For so long, she yearned to be loved. She wanted Oz to love her. Well, now they did.
But at such a cost? No, Glinda certainly didn't want that.
She didn't want this anymore. She wanted to go back to the days at dear old Shiz, back to dancing through life, to Galindafying her green roommate, without a single care in the world. Back to the days where she was young, and naïve, and couldn't fathom losing what was most important to her, without even realizing how important it was. How important they were.
Glinda turned back to her room, stepping carefully through the balcony doors and shutting them behind her. For a moment she merely stood there, leaning her back against the cold glass of the doors, eyes closed and breathing deep, as if to calm herself, to drive the memories, the loss, and the pain away.
She had a clear image of the green girl and the handsome prince in her mind. The last time she saw the two of them at once, back in Munchkinland. He had grabbed her arm and told her to go. She hadn't wanted to, she couldn't leave him. But Glinda told her to "do it," and she flew.
The last time it was the three of them, all together. Even if he was no longer Glinda's. She didn't care. She just wanted them back. She didn't care that they were in love, that he had followed her willingly, that they did deserve each other. She wanted them back. She wanted the golden days, before her best friend had flown off, enraged by the Wizard, before her boyfriend joined the Gale Force and searched for her, before all this mess came to be.
Inhaling sharply, Glinda threw herself face first onto her bed, cowering into the emerald green sheets. She could feel the dampness on the silk, no thanks to her own shallow tears. She would change them later- for now, she needed the familiar color and the almost sense of comfort it brought.
It would have to be enough for now.