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Chapter Twelve
Fae,
I know this is sudden and probably doesn't make much sense, but it has to be done. This has been one of the best experiences in my crappy life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Things have just gotten to me lately, and I have to work on me.
I have to end our relationship.
Elphaba's tears spilled over at that sentence, and she found herself on the floor of the hallway in-between their apartments. She wiped her face and read on-
You won't find me at home. I had to get out of there. I'll still be at work. If you never want to see me again, I completely understand. I'm so sorry, and you deserve so much more.
-Yero
Elphaba crumpled the letter and started to bang on his door, screaming his name at the top of her lungs. When there was no energy left in her, she crumpled against his door, weeping.
Glinda came out down the hall in her pajamas and face mask to a distraught Elphaba, "Elphie, what's wrong?"
She handed Glinda the letter and continued to cry as she read it. Once she was finished, she said, "Elphaba, I'm so sorry." She helped her friend up and led her back into her room. "I'm going to stay with you tonight. First thing in the morning, I'm going to work to tell them you won't be there. I'm not going to let you go through this alone, alright?"
Elphaba, sniffling, said, "Okay." Once they were settled, Elphaba and Glinda quickly fell asleep, both too emotionally drained to stay awake.
Fiyero saw Glinda walk into the Palace the next day and quickly darted out of her way, but all to unsuccessfully. Glinda marched after him and said, "You are the absolute worst human being to EVER walk this earth! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
Fiyero backed up saying, "Glinda, please-"
"No! You don't get to speak! She is a wreck right now all because of you! I hope you're happy!"
"You don't understand-" he was cut off by her hard hand on his face. He stumbled back, "Glinda, what in Oz?!"
"That is not even a fraction of the pain you've caused her!"
"I just need to talk to her."
"What is there to talk about, Fiyero?"
"Please, I need to-"
"I can't be around you another moment. If you want to talk to her- you do it yourself, that is…if she can even look at you." She spat in his direction and walked off.
Fiyero watched as Glinda left the Palace, and he buried his face in his hands. How is she ever going to forgive me?
When Glinda returned later that morning, Elphaba looked in a better condition than last night. She saw her and said, "Did you see him?"
"Oz, did I. And I told him what an awful person he was being. He said he wanted to talk to you-"
"What?!"
"Elphie, do not give in so easily."
"Glinda…I…I love him! If he wants to talk to me, then I should-"
"If you love him, let him go. Let him come to you, Elphie. He broke up with you through a letter. He obviously thought it was best for things to end."
She sighed, "Maybe you're right."
"I've been down this road before."
"Really?"
"Five or six times."
Elphaba looked at her with wide eyes and her expression paled, while Glinda patted her friend on the back.
