Drabble Six
Glinda tucked herself under Elphaba's chin, savoring the warmth and sense of protection, the sense that she was complete. That Elphaba was her second half.
Why not? After all, you never know when your last embrace could be, that last feeling of love. Glinda feared that most of all. Losing love, never to be found again.
The sense of finality and gravity bore heavy on her heart, and she turned her head to the pillow so the tears would leak onto the pillow, instead of Elphaba's prone shoulder.
"Elphaba?" An elegant green neck craned, black eyes peeking down at her from a deep fringe of hair. "Yes?"
"Is this the last time I'll see you? Be honest, please." Glinda didn't think she could handle flippant lies.
The neck returned to its former stance, and arms squeezed her slightly. "Yes."