Part 8: Wishing only wounds the heart
Elphaba paced across a dark, deserted courtyard. Grim, unfriendly walls fenced her in. Her mind raced with questions, wants and fears, all dancing to the same despairing melody.
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Hands
touch, eyes meet,
Sudden
silence, sudden heat.
Hearts
leap in a giddy whirl.
Stolen smile, so coy…
---
Her face shone with the light of what could be.
---
But
I'm not that girl.
Don't
dream too far,
Don't
lose sight of who you are,
Don't
remember that rush of joy,
---
She sat heavily at the foot of a tree, resting her aching head in her hands.
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Just
a joke, a toy…
I'm
not that girl.
Ev'ry
so often we long to steal,
To
the land of what-might-have-been.
But
that doesn't soften the ache we feel,
When
reality sets back in.
Blithe
smile, lithe limb,
She
who's winsome, bright and trim.
Gold
hair with a gentle curl…
---
Elphie had never cried so much in her life.
---
There's
a girl I know,
I
love her so…
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Exhausted, she fell into a broken slumber.
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A/N: What? You were expecting some kind of resolution?
Lyrics shamelessly stolen from the musical, with a little adjustment of course. And does anyone realise just how hard it is to find a rhyme for "boy"?!