Because I Knew You
1. No One
She could've stopped it.
She could've stopped them.
But she didn't.
And with her best friend dead, she wished she did.
Tears stream down her porcelain face. Her blonde curls have lost color in the last two days. Her skin has gotten grayer. She wasn't happy.
Come to think of it, the only time in the last four years she was happy, was when she encountered Elphaba for the last time at the castle. A spark of joy, seconds of grace and then it was over again. She was there and she could've stopped that vile girl from dumping that bucket of water onto her.
But she didn't.
Back at Shiz all those years ago, they never would've dreamed of where they were now. Glinda never dreamed she would be ruler of Oz. She's sure that Elphaba never dreamed that she'd become the Wicked Witch of the West and die a shameful death.
Her eyes bore a hole in the sky, it seemed. She stared out her West window for so long, people had begun to worry.
Where are you now?, she thought. Come on, Elphie. Show yourself.
A ghost of a voice seemed to be whispering in her ear. You're the only friend I've ever had. Really? Really Elphaba? Did I mean that much to you?
Thoughts swarmed her head. Could have. Would have. Might have. It was all too much.
No one mourning the wicked? No one?
Maybe at night, when no one was watching, Glinda the Good can be a no one.
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"A little farther. I think there's a clearing up ahead," Fiyero's voice was strong and clear in the crisp night. He hung onto her hand like a big brother or a father. Protective. But he was different. The material boy he had once been, self-centered and so full of himself and dissolved into the solemn, sincere man that she loved. But then he changed again and for the second time because of her. His hand was not calloused but rough, like sand paper. His face wasn't handsome, his face was beautiful now.
"You said that an hour ago," Elphaba put in. He sighed.
He was right this time. There was a clearing in the thick woods, perfect for sleeping. He sat down and closed his eyes; he couldn't sleep. Scarecrows don't sleep.
Elphaba looked beyond the trees and she could still see the ominous green glow from the Emerald City and she could still see the bright reflection of the palace. She wondered what Glinda was doing at the moment and she wanted so desperately to go back and see her, tell her that she was fine.
She couldn't.
She knew she couldn't. It just wouldn't be fair to either of them.
And in moments of silence and serenity, moments of her life would come rushing back at her, as if trying to prevent her from having one happy moment ever since her first day in the Emerald city.
And this time, she couldn't help but to cry. She choked on her sobs and violently tried to wipe away her tears.
No one mourns the wicked.
But, just maybe, Glinda the Good and Elphaba the Wicked could be no ones.
author's note-
yeah... just stuff circling around the characters of Wicked. Friendships. Relationships. Feelings.