Rifiuto: Non Miriena
"Elphaba-"
The older girl didn't respond, instead, she just sobbed harder, her heartwrenching sobs tugging at Glinda's heart.
"Elphaba, what year is it?"
Slowly, the girl caught her breath. After a silence, she snapped, "It's ninteen hundred and ten. I've told you!"
Glinda bit her lip, not sure how to ask this next question. "What... what day is it?" Elphaba shook her head, clamming up. "Elphaba please. I want to help you." After a moment, she lifted her head, meeting Glinda's eyes.
"It's too late. I can't. Be. Helped."
"But-"
"Just go away."
"But Elphaba-"
"Please! Just GO. AWAY!"
Tears sliding down her cheeks, Glinda got to her feet and went to Tersan.
"Come on Ters."
"Where are going, Linny?" She glanced back at Elphaba.
"She doesn't want us here right now." They climbed back over the fence, and headed back to the house.
"Why are you crying?"
"No reason." She whispered, following him in the house. Once inside, she grabbed a cookie from the jar and went back upstairs. After retrieving the letters from under the bed, she read through each one, her heart breaking at the promises he'd made to her, at the fact that they could never be together, at the heartbreak Elphaba was going through. So it was as she read through the last letter that she got a clue as to what Elphaba was so upset about.
The Philosophy Club,
Eastern Munch
March 1st, 1910
Dear Elphaba,
I trust you will be ready and waiting in the carriage house behind Colwen Grounds at seven tonight? Remember my love, only a small satchel of your most important possessions. We'll buy what we can once we reach the City. I promise, and I never break a promise. With a little luck on our side, we'll flee Munchkinland by the witching hour, and be married by dawn. And then we'll be living the life of a fairy tale, as you call it. Life will be so much better- for both of us. No more titles, no more ridiculous dinners or unwanted balls, and the only people we'll have to worry about impressing will be each other.
I've left a letter with instructions wedged between the slats of the driver's seat of the carriage. It'll tell you what to do if caught. Before you leave, write out a letter, telling your parents you've decided to spend some time at your aunt's and that you arranged it ahead of time, to leave in the evening, so as to make it to the train on time. I'll be waiting in the carriage house, near the back, so as not to be spotted. If I'm not there, go to the cemetery, I'll be behind the tomb. But go only if I do not arrive within five minutes of your arrival.
By the time your parents find the letter, we'll be long gone, I promise. Nothing could keep me from coming to you. We'll be married and living our lives on our terms in a few short hours, my love. Once we flee Munchkinland, we'll create our own destiny, without our parents taking hold. We'll spend the rest of our days doing what we wish, raising a family, living the way we've alway hope too. I'll try my hardest to make you happy.
Remember my love, the carriage house at seven. I'll be waiting.
I'll count the hours until we meet again.
Lovingly,
Fiyero
Her head snapped up and she rushed from her room, skidding down the hallway towards her brother's room.
"Tersan! Tersan!"
The little boy looked up from his coloring. "What is it, Linny?" He asked, dropping his crayons and sitting up on the bed. He watched his older sister close his bedroom door, and moved over when she sat next to him.
"They were going to run away."
"Who, Linny? Who was going to run away?" He asked confused.
"Fiyero and Ephaba."
"How do you know?" She rolled her eyes and held up the letter, pointing to the passages as she read them out loud.
"'I trust you will be ready and waiting in the carriage house behind Colwen Grounds at seven tonight? Remember my love, only a small satchel of your most important possessions. We'll buy what we can once we reach the City. I promise, and I never break a promise. With a little luck on our side, we'll flee Munchkinland by the witching hour, and be married by dawn. And then we'll be living the life of a fairy tale, as you call it. Life will be so much better- for both of us. No more titles, no more ridiculous dinners or unwanted balls, and the only people we'll have to worry about impressing will be each other.
I've left a letter with instructions wedged between the slats of the driver's seat of the carriage. It'll tell you what to do if caught. Before you leave, write out a letter, telling your parents you've decided to spend some time at your aunt's and that you arranged it ahead of time, to leave in the evening, so as to make it to the train on time. I'll be waiting in the carriage house, near the back, so as not to be spotted. If I'm not there, go to the cemetery, I'll be behind the tomb. But go only if I do not arrive within five minutes of your arrival.
By the time your parents find the letter, we'll be long gone, I promise. Nothing could keep me from coming to you. We'll be married and living our lives on our terms in a few short hours, my love. Once we flee Munchkinland, we'll create our own destiny, without our parents taking hold. We'll spend the rest of our days doing what we wish, raising a family, living the way we've alway hope too. I'll try my hardest to make you happy.
Remember my love, the carriage house at seven. I'll be waiting.
I'll count the hours until we meet again.
Lovingly,
Fiyero'"
"But-"
"They were going to run away and get married!" She cried, excitement in her eyes. "It's so romantic!" Tersan wrinkled his nose.
"Why didn't they?"
"What?"
"Why didn't they get married?"
She lowered the letter to her lap.
"Elphaba said they got caught." She whispered.
"Oh." Then, sighing, she got up and left the room, Tersan following behind. When they returned to her room, to find the letters gone.
"Glinda!"