This one is for Blondeinthebubble for being such an amazing reviewer and G(a)linda enthusiast!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Glinda gripped the pointed black hat in one hand and the empty little green bottle in the other. They were her only crutches; they were the only things holding her up as she kneeled on the floor beside her bed, tears streaming down her face.
Elphaba was gone.
Fiyero was gone.
Nessa was gone, Boq was no longer human.
And she was ruler of Oz. But even with her nearly unlimited power, she could do nothing to help her friends. Even the most powerful of witches couldn't bring back the dead or heal the incurable.
And it was her fault that they were gone. Her jealousy had overcome her. She had sold out. They had paid. And the price was their lives.
She had never been able to do anything right. Even in the womb she had been screwing things up. Often she had been told the tale how when her mother went into labor, the baby inside of her, little Glinda, had not been angled correctly. It had nearly killed her mother, and it did do permanent damage to her that would keep Glinda an only child. But the baby hadn't been harmed. No, Glinda had been fine. She had always looked out for herself first, and she would stoop to manipulation to do it.
Here, nearly 25 years later, she was still on that same track. She had screwed things up with her only friends, but she had come out on top. And just as always, it didn't make her any happier.