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Author's Note: So yeah, unfortuntaly I let this story die when I had it going. But now I've written like four chapters to it in one night :). So, expect updates like once every few days to make up for the long gaps. I hope people are still reading this story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 9

Glinda breathed heavily as she trudged her feet up the stairs. Her mind raced with confusion, her heart sat deep in her stomach. She felt as though she should be crying. The staircase had never seemed longer than before. Left, right, left… Glinda stared as her foot moved up each step slowly, almost as if they were hovering before touching the ground again.

Why was the blonde woman having such a difficult time comprehending what Elphaba was saying? Part of her actually felt the pain Elphaba had described, the pain of her best friend dying. But then, part of her believed this was all complete rubbish, and none of it was true. Oddly, the green acquaintance gave more trust in her words than Morrible did.

And that made Glinda start to wonder.

When the Good Witch finally made it to the top of the staircase, her feet kept moving in the motion of the stairs. She stumbled for a moment, and then regained balance. "You a'right there Miss Glinda?" The guard asked sympathetically. It was the same guard who had not wanted her to speak with Elphaba.

"Yes, thank you." She spoke quietly. The words felt as though they shouldn't have left her mouth.

"That sure coulda' been a nasty fall, it coulda' been." He shook his head and headed down the dark corridor.

The blonde woman headed quickly to her bedroom. She wished that everyone else would just go away. Glinda wanted more time to be with the Elphaba girl, hoping, dreaming that she could finally remember the words that the green woman spoke. The blonde woman slowly took her accessories off, then her clothing, and finally put on a comfortable nightshirt. Oddly, from the moment Elphaba had started telling her story, the blonde woman felt a lump in her throat. For some strange reason, she felt as though the lump was still there.

Glinda gently placed herself on her mattress, feeling the comfort of her own bed. Placing her head gently on the pillow, she blinked. Then, suddenly, she could not stop the pain in her heart. Glinda let out a quiet, mangled sob while a tear rolled down her cheek.

……………..

It felt as though a baseball bat had hit Glinda in the head. She woke up with a throbbing headache, almost as if she had been drinking all night and was stuck with a hangover. The blonde didn't remember falling asleep, nor did she remember when the tears stopped falling from her cheeks. Groaning, she rolled over and saw the black hat thrown on the floor.

She jumped up, remembering the events of the day before. Elphaba, I have to see Elphaba. Glinda thought while changing quickly. Throwing on one of her finest dresses and fixing her hair in less than an hour seemed almost impossible. However, today, Glinda forced her dress on and curled her hair in under ten minutes. Determined to talk with Elphaba again, Glinda left her bedroom immediately.

Almost racing down the stairs, she collided with non other than Madame Morrible.

"Sorry, Madame, but I am in a hurry." Glinda apologized, clearly not wanting to stay in conversation.

"Why in such a hurry, Miss Glinda?" Morrible inquired, obviously not desiring the Good Witch to leave just yet.

"I have some business I need to attend to." The blonde explained.

"Oh, what business?"

"I am the ruler of Oz. My business is none of your concern. Now, let me through." Glinda demanded, eyes filled with no emotion.

"As you wish, Miss Glinda." Morrible responded, voice sounding harsh. The blonde brushed past it and headed down to the dungeon.

"Elphaba!" Glinda called, opening the door and smiling widely. "I think I know a way you could help me get my memory back!"

"Oh?" Elphaba questioned, standing up. "What would that be?"

"Well, in one of my dreams, you gave me a book…I still have it. Maybe you cou-"

"The Grimmerie?" Elphaba asked in disbelief, lips parted slightly. "You still have it?"

The blonde nodded proudly. "Yes I do! I found it while looking through my closet once…it drew me to read it, I must say."

"Did you bring it with you here?" The green woman seemed eager, and Glinda didn't blame her. The thought of remembering the imaginable seemed so wonderful; the blonde couldn't even describe it.

As far back as Glinda could remember, she never had a best friend. She never had someone close whom she could talk to let alone care for. She never had someone who she could go to in tears and would comfort her. As far as she knew, that was what best friends did. Glinda wanted nothing more than to have that feeling.

"Glinda?" The blonde snapped out of her imagination and looked blankly at the brunette.

"What?"

Elphaba chuckled. "You're still Glinda…" She said quietly, almost to herself. But the smile on the green woman's face made Glinda's heart skip a beat. "So did you bring the book here?"

Glinda's smile fell. "No, but it is in my room. I shall get it and be back in a heartbeat." She promised, and hurried out of the room.

The blonde ran up the stairs in a rush. Her mind wanted her to get the book, but her heart was leading her somewhere else. Why had her heart skipped a beat when she saw the woman smile warmly? It was a strange feeling, Glinda thought, finally making it to her bedroom, now where did I put that book?

Rummaging through her closet, she threw clothes aside. Desperately searching, her heart still made her mind wonder.

The way her heart felt around Elphaba was like something she had never felt before. It was almost as though the feeling was always there. When Glinda saw her smile, her whole inside felt different. She felt as though it was the right place and time and everything was perfect.

For some reason, Glinda felt like a void had been filled in her heart when she met Elphaba. Even if she couldn't remember it being there before.

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