Drabble Three
Elphaba's dead... These words echoed in Glinda's mind endlessly. This couldn't be true. Could it? Could her hero, her Elphie, really be dead?
Elphie, who had held her while she lay, trembling, while fierce thunderstorms raged outside? Who had sat by her side, patiently, while she learned of art and philosophy? The girl that snuck her food from the kitchens and would stay up with her, telling secrets?
But it was true, and no farse apologies and flippant condolences could begin to heal her shattered heart.