DISCLAIMER: I don't own Wicked. *sniff*
Elphaba sat on Galinda's bed, oddly curious as to what this bubbly, popular girl before her had to keep secret from the world. Watching her intently, she made herself comfortable, taking one of the cushions in her lap and leaning back a little.
Galinda took a deep breath, and felt her heart beating, almost humming through her petite frame. As she peered through her eyelashes at the awkward girl looking back at her, she grasped what courage she possessed, and began…
"M-my…parents, they-"
As she witnessed Galinda's struggle, and her openness, Elphaba shifted in her place, her earthy brown eyes locking with the glistening, teary blue of Galinda's, and merely whispered;
"It's alright. I know it's hard, especially for you, but…just trust me."
The blonde sighed shakily, biting her bottom lip. "They're not…my parents. I was abandoned, and they found me when they visited a nearby Mauntery. They saw me, and took me with them to live the life I have. That's…that's why I get everything. They want me to be treated like I can have all this, because I nearly grew up with nothing." And, with that, she let the tears flow silently down her perfectly formed features, collapsing on the bed next to Elphaba.
Elphaba was, frankly, stunned. How could such a beautiful young girl go from living such a secure and happy life, to being so broken? She held Galinda awkwardly, feeling so out of place, yet wishing there was some way of relieving her evident pain.
There were no more words. Only the distinguished silence as Elphaba's hand found Galinda's, and a shared glance of knowing.
But moments like this were never to last. The door creaked open slowly. A man's voice could be heard.
"Galinda, are you ready?"
Only a short one, I know! Not the best ever, but edging my way back into the story. Enjoy, red and review