Hello. Been quiet for a while but was inspired the other night. :)

I do not own the amazing characters from Wicked!

This is from Elphaba's perspective as she watches Glinda get the boy.


They were moving away down the path towards the village hall, hand in hand, catching each other's eye and smiling before looking back at their feet. I blinked as a single tear streaked down my cheek; I sniffed shaking myself out of my trance. The sun was setting over the valley causing everything to be bathed in a warm pink glow, including the loved up couple down the lane heading towards the prom that was just starting. I should have been there already, laughing, drinking, and having fun with all of my peers...well that's what everyone else would be doing. I would spend the evening in the corner trying to avoid the dance floor and the gaggle of girls that would look me over before deciding my dress wasn't expensive enough to honour me with their companionship.

I didn't care. I'd been shunned my whole life, what did I care for girls who in a few years time would be working in menial jobs or fancy jobs that they hated. The answer; I didn't.

So instead of going down to the prom, I decided to follow him and torture myself further as I sold off another part of me to the devil himself.

I had been dreaming for weeks that on this very night I would follow him, he would lead me to a secluded area where he would proceed to declare his admiration and love for me. I would then fall into his open arms and he would kiss me, before we walked hand in hand down to the prom, and we would walk in together. The gaggle of girls' mouths would sag open with shock and the boys who had ignored me for my whole life would finally notice my existence in the world.

Not that it was important what they thought.

I would just be happy that I was there with him, after months of dreaming in the land of what might have been my dreams would become reality.

However that hadn't happened.

Instead I had followed him to her house, where she appeared on the doorstep looking like a Grecian Goddess in her pink gown, her long limbs flowing as she stepped into his embrace; her gold hair pinned up with several curls framing her face as she smiled.

She had won his heart with her winsome smile and caring air, everybody praised her and all the acts of kindness she did. She was his girl.

I wasn't. And I never would be.

I couldn't wear roses or pearls, my black gown covered me from ankle to wrist as my dark hair hung down on my shoulders like a curtain, hiding me from the outside world.

All of my months of wishing and dreaming had only rewarded me with a broken and wounded heart, whilst another girl got to be with him, but I couldn't hate or dislike her.

She was my only friend and a truly good person; he loved her and she was crazy about him.

I couldn't become between them.

I wiped the tear from my face and turned away from the lane leading to the village hall, I allowed myself one more look as they walked into the hall, the music drifting up the lane through the open doors. I sighed and started walking home, there was no point going and torturing myself further.

I had to deal with the hard, cold truth of life.

I'm not that girl.