A/N: Ah, well. Reviews have been down. A bit of disapointment really. But anyways. I just hope you can leave a review for this next one. It'd really brighten my week - which has been a really bad, by the way. But! Enough about that. Just enjoy. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Wicked' belongs to Gregory Maguire.
015. Blue
Blue
Blue was the color of her first blanket, the blanket where she was laid upon and not touched for a week.
Blue was the color of the sky when her sister had been born. It was the last color she saw before going inside and watching her father mourn for her dead mother.
Blue was the color of her uniform at Shiz. It didn't really go that well with her.
Blue was the color of her eyes, Galinda's (later Glinda's) eyes. Her first and nearly single friend. And blue was the color of her dress when they had parted that day in the Emerald City.
Blue was the color of his diamonds. Perfect, deep blue diamonds. And she had been in love.
Blue was the color of his eyes too, undeniably. But she chose to deny, and deny she did.
Blue was the color of the tourniquet's precious stone Sarima had been wearing when she had arrived. Such a painful sight, that woman.
Blue was the color of the brat's dress. Squared and obnoxious. Just like her: to have killed her sister.
Blue had been the color of the water that had killed her alas and at last. And blue had been the color of her mercy, of her soul.
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