Ch. 3: Doubts and Desires
Diclaimer: I still don't own them, except for Nissa
Back in the apartment, Glinda put Nissa to bed and went to her pinkified room, closing the door gently behind her.
How could I have done this? I mourned her as if dead. But I have no reason to believe otherwise. Do I? She thought back to that morning, when she had risen early to prepare for the day she dreaded. She had a mourning dress of course. Everyone did. But as she stood at her closet, she could not bring herself to put it on.
She had thought herself absurd. Of course Elphaba was dead. Wasn't she? After all, Glinda herself had been sent to verify the one rumor she did not want to dispel. Inside Elphaba's precious Grimmerie she had found the note.
Dearest Glinda,
I want to tell you so badly the secret eating my heart. Fiyero says I mustn't so I have to just deal with it I suppose. Oh no. Chistery has just flown here. He says that awful farm girl-Dorothy was it?-is here.
I don't have much time. I have to slip this in before she comes, or else all is lost. The clicking of her ruby slippers, MY ruby slippers, echoes closer and closer. I can only tell you that I will come for you soon. Be not afraid and wait for me. I will come.
Yours Forever,
Elphaba
She had read it so many times that she no longer needed to have it in her hand to recall the faded brown text that had splashed across the yellowed paper. She still had it though, and it was hidden away, so no one ever knew.
She slipped into a soft pink nightgown, letting the cooling touch of the silk caress her skin. Tears escaped her eyes, though she fought bravely against their sting.
Pulling the covers of her canopied bed down, Glinda got in and settled comfortably. Turning on her side to face the wall, she magicked the last of the white candles out, and cried herself to sleep.