A/N: So I wrote another story about Glinda… But it's Post-Musical this time so it's a bit different.
Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine
Glinda knew she shouldn't cry. Not anymore. To still cry, after all this time, just showed weakness and she couldn't afford that. The citizens of Oz, as annoying as they were, needed her. Imagine the betrayal they would feel if they found out their leader cried over something that had happened years ago; over their enemy.
But sometimes she just couldn't find the strength to control herself.
She could admit it; Elphaba was her weakness. A memory that would find its way back into her mind in moments of vulnerability, and once it had it couldn't be removed. She would find herself awake in the middle of the night, having completely given up on sleep, helplessly allowing the memories and left over feelings to wash over her. When this happened it was almost impossible to stop the inevitable flow of tears.
She was lonely, though in a way she saw that as a good thing. If there were more people to pretend for, it would burn her out until there was nothing left. Nothing but the agonising thoughts that could never be let out.
Still, it was this loneliness that made it so hard. Last time she hadn't been alone, she had had Nessarose and Fiyero to comfort and support her, just as they had had her. Even if she had never truly loved Fiyero in the way she loved Elphaba, she still considered him a good friend. And then there was Nessarose... She had become close to Elphaba's younger sister during the rest of their Shiz days, by the end it almost felt like she was her own sister.
But they were gone now. And it was her fault.
Comparatively, the first time she lost Elphaba had not been hard at all, and Glinda felt a little foolish at how dramatic her reaction had been. Now it was a completely different story. And it wasn't just Elphaba. Everyone she had ever really cared about, the only people she could truly be herself around, were dead. And there was no one to blame but herself.
So she formed these destructive habits, even though she knew they would only make it worse. She knew dwelling on the past would never help her move forward, but maybe that was the point. It seemed impossible to imagine a future that didn't include Elphaba, even after all this time. Her first true friend, the woman who had taught her she was more than just a pretty face. The most inspiring person to ever set foot in Oz.
The only one she would ever love.
And it was with these thoughts that Glinda decided she had to do better. She had to move on. For herself and for Elphaba.
A/N: Thank you for reading!