A/N: Hi all!
This is my first Glinda centered story. I hope you all enjoy this! Honestly, I'm not sure about this fic; it seems different than my other Wicked fanfics.
Any suggestions or anything please let me know! I greatly appreciate all reviews and constructive criticism.
Flames will be used to light firewood and candles!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of Wicked.
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"We love you Glinda if we may be so frank!"
The declaration rang in the good witch's ears as she stood smiling at the people below her.
"Glinda, you're beautiful! I love you! We all love you!"
A man in the crowd shouted at the blond as she flashed her flawless smile in his direction.
'At least someone loves me.'
A voice sounded in her head, momentarily stunning the woman. It only took a moment for her to shut her eyes in order to drink in the shouts of praise and admiration from the crowd.
For she knew they would not last long.
"You're amazing! Lovely! I adore your dress! You are so good!"
The reaction was automatic for her. Smiling and politely acknowledging those who gave you praise was something that was taught to her since she could walk. The outward actions no longer staved off her inward swirling thoughts.
The flashbacks of her and Fiyero dancing in a ballroom, a first kiss, a first night and her first genuine love. Her mind would wander back to the start of her first real friendship, the nights of secret telling, makeovers, and changing the shapes of ordinary objects with their training wands.
Her mind thought back to a day in the emerald city, a day that had started so perfectly and ended in such devastation.
The day that had changed her simple little world. The day where everything dear to her had been drastically altered.
Time had moved on since then, allowing Glinda to get used to wearing a mask of indifference to all of the events surrounding her. Time had allowed her to fill the void of Fiyero's distance and Elphaba's departure with meaningless shopping, balls and public statements.
Yet underneath it all, underneath the pretty makeup and fabulous fashion was a heartbroken woman. Only she knew of the lonely tears that would flow down her cheeks at night. It was she that Fiyero would clutch in the dark, mumbling her best friend's name in to her hair as he slept. It was Glinda who had to fight not to acknowledge the obvious in her life. It was Glinda who truly kept it all perfect.
As she stood on the balcony overlooking the throng of people the witch allowed herself to close her eyes as a genuine smile lit her beautiful face.
For she knew it would all be over to soon, thus the cycle would begin again.
"We love you Glinda!"
'I am glad somebody does.' Were her thoughts as the cheers of the people grew and Glinda basked in the moment of being loved.
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