A/N: Small angsty one-shot. Enjoy.

Goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely

Goodness knows the wicked die alone

It just shows when you're wicked you're left only, on your own.

~Galinda~

She was alone. She looked around at the sight of hundreds of Ozians cheering the death of Elphaba, her only and best true friend. She wanted to cry.

She turned from the window in which she stood and shed a tear or two for her best friend, for the woman who knew goodness in her heart but raged against the unfairness of society. Galinda had never felt more alone.

Galinda realised how lonely she now was. Her once sweet Boq was missing, probably mourning the loss of Dorothy and her red hair she was famous for... he'd probably be rusting somewhere. Well she wasn't going to oil his limbs. He had been faithful, but embittered by the wrongs he perceived Elphaba to have caused him, Galinda swallowed the lump in her throat at the blame that had rested heavily on Elphie's shoulders. She bit her bottom lip and blinked back more tears.

Elphaba was dead.

Her Elphaba was dead.

Now what would she do? She was alone. Even Fiyero's body had been stolen from his make shift crucifix before she could bury him... She just wanted a slice of normality. She wanted to rewind – she wanted her best friend and her fiancée even if they loved one other, she wanted her Gilikin home. She wanted her life at Shiz... She wanted to rewind before that fateful day in the Emerald city but she couldn't have that and instead, she was all alone. With nobody not even Pfannee or Shen Shen.

She was on her own, she was hurt, and she was crying, but she did as she had always been taught, she pasted a smile on her face and tried to cheer alongside her Ozians, she tried to remind them that Elphaba had been a child once, to make them question whether she was as wicked as they believed her to be. Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears, the history of Elphaba Thropp had been written when Madame Morrible had spread her lies across the country. The life of Elphaba Thropp had been decided when Galinda took up her wand and spread the lies as well, there would be little that she could do now in order to change the Ozians minds.

Instead, she hid her tears and accepted her fate as the Good Witch.

~Galinda~

Goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely

Goodness knows the wicked cry alone

Nothing grows for the wicked they reap only, what they sow