I don't like this chapter as much. Its the ending, and I wrote the crappiest of endings. But I can't think of anything and I want to get you people something to read. I'm nice like that. Sorry for not updating in a really really really long time, I've had computer troubles, and writers block and at one point rewrote the entire thing. I don't like endings. Oh well. Sorry if this seems a little scrambled. Maybe I'll write something not scrambled.
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Center Munch seemed to quiet and cold to Elphaba. Walking down the streets, the people stared at her until she passed, and then continue on with their everyday lives. It would have been nice to have someone's familiar face to talk to, but Fiyero was in the Emerald City, her dad was probably off being all responsible, and Nessa was dead. Elphaba had always loved going to the park that was built next to a little community theater. Maybe that would make her feel a bit better about herself. It was almost her entire fault that Nessa died. She didn't force her to do the drugs; she was the cause of the drugs.
Sometimes late at night, when everyone else was asleep, Elphaba would wake up in the middle of the night and go down to the park, or walk the streets without her music, and think hard about the past few weeks. How would she have reacted if it was Fiyero's sister, Coralie? How would Fiyero react? Someday these questions could be answered, but Elphaba didn't know if it was even probable to think it.
The community theater had commissioned a musical for them to preform, a number called Wicked, which was supposedly about witches, Animals, and the Wizard. It seemed pretty cool so Elphaba went and sat in the back row of the rehearsals. A blonde girl was dancing interpretively around the stage in her yoga pants, while a tall brunette was chattering with a man with pink streaks in his hair. When someone motioned for the music to start, everyone moved into positions. The brunette ran offstage.
"GOOD NEWS! SHE'S DEAD!" The ensemble that was celebrating sang. A bubble came down, and inside was that blonde. Didn't Glinda have a bubble like that? Elphaba wasn't sure. She stayed until they finished that song, and had one bit stuck in her head. They had said that no one mourns the wicked. So if she was to perish, no one would care, because she supposedly killed off Nessa. What kind of sister kills her own sister?
Meanwhile, Fiyero was riding into town on a horse that he had bought from a poor farmer who needed the money to support his fifteen children. When the welcoming signs started to show up on the sides of the roads, just as the sun started to set. The horse was incredibly tired already, and just had to push on a little bit more, yet Fiyero doubted it would be able to.
"A bit farther, just a bit. Then you can rest. I promise."
Elphaba wandered from the back of the theater to her mother's grave. Her mind earlier had thought of suicide, but instead she didn't want to do it now. Instead, she dug a shallow hole behind her mother's tomb stone and put the good bye letters there. Suicide wasn't the answer, and she was sure of it. There was so much more to live for. She had Fiyero, and Glinda. Her father loved her, and if Fiyero's dad hadn't tainted the wizards mind, she would become his Grand Vizier. It was all exciting. Plus, if that hadn't worked out she wanted to become a doctor or a drug counselor. She said goodbye to her mother, and went back home.
Frex was already at home, upstairs in his room reading the newspaper. He had gone out for a few drinks and was a mess in shoes, but he was regaining his composure. Slowly, but he was. Taking a long sip from his glass of water, he flipped the pages. He hadn't seen the paper that made his daughter go mad. He knew that the one mentioning Nessa would have hurt her, but he hadn't read it all. Never again would he allow political leaders to stay at his home. Just as he promised that to himself, Elphaba lugged herself up the stairs to her room, and stayed there. Maybe she just needed some time.
By the time Fiyero reached the Thropp house, the horse was better off dead. Leading it to a neighbor, he asked them if they could take the horse. He would walk the rest of the way. Approaching the house, he saw Elphaba's light on, and hoped for the best. Frex had answered when he knocked, and Fiyero ran straight up to Elphaba's room. She was okay.
Many years passed, and soon they were graduating. Elphaba would go to the Wizard, and Fiyero would go to rule a kingdom, but that didn't mean anything and married the week following graduation. They began a help hotline for those in need, and everything was happy.