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She smiled lightly at herself, glancing vainly into the cloudy mirror. A beautiful reflection, if there ever was one. As she twirled her golden locks wistfully, she caught her roommate's eyes sweeping across her, disdainfully, unforgivingly. Flinching, Galinda looked away. Could the greater good be forsaken for the selfish intentions of the idealistic? Elphaba was nothing short of pragmatic. It was a question Galinda avoided, swerved blindly around because she didn't believe her heart was capable of discerning between such distant concepts of right and wrong. You simply existed, survived for survival's sake, or closed your eyes. There was no turning back.
Elphaba had gazed at her reproachfully then, as she was doing now. She couldn't grasp why Galinda had little interest in these political affairs. Political affairs? Galinda couldn't even fathom the notion of something greater than her. Life was not supposed to work this way, that should've been the answer. Political affairs, the very thought of it! Elphaba sure had a way of twisting everything for her own benefit. Isn't that right, Elphie. Elphie? She turned around and saw the girl preparing for bed. On the floor. Her lumpy mattress had previously caught on fire due to some inexplicable chemical accident. Something to do with the nature of plants. Or the essential study of life, was it? Galinda wasn't sure of which anymore. All she seemed to understand was that though the world was ugly, Elphaba certainly didn't make it any less ugly with those sardonic remarks of hers.
Perhaps it was all a premeditated act. But then again, if that were the case, everything should have some reasonable explanation attached, shouldn't it? Some nights, Galinda guiltily dreamed of her parents' established trust fund set up for her back home. It was all that was left of her. She didn't believe in fairness, for that was a luxury she couldn't afford. The only way to attain power is through wealth. When she had tried, in vain, to explain that concept to her roommate, the words fell on deaf ears. Really, it meant nothing. Elphaba's face had actually turned a shade darker than it naturally was (imagine that!), and she had hissed, "You imbecilic moron! Of course you would say that, you haughty, pompous, little…." Well, there was no end to that one.
Galinda had little interest for any saving grace in her lifetime or the next. The world cannot be changed. Oh sure, little things are always in constant fluctuation. Government, people, and the limitless supply of cheap ever-flowing liquor. Really, that was all. It was an absolute heresy to think otherwise.
She didn't expect forgiveness.
And in the end, it was simple.