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She tried all different sorts of ways to try and open the damned doors, but they just wouldn't budge. No matter how much force she put to it, they wouldn't open. In frustration she stomped to the side of the castle and looked up at the nearest window, she was way too small to reach it. Even a good sized Quadling wouldn't be able to reach it. She had to do this, she knew in her heart she was meant to do this today. It was now or never, she told herself. An idea lit inside of her like a light bulb and she sprung into a run around the outskirts of the grand castle. She dug her way through the bush blocking it's entrance and climbed through. She lay her hand against the small door, she knew it was a door only because Elphaba and her found the hidden passage years ago, to anyone who encountered it by accident would presume it was a place to deposit waste through. She rested her hand against it and closed her eyes, whispering the enchantment to open it, creating a cloud of icy air in front of her from her hot breath. She heard it open and smiled triumphantly, it had been a long time since she had smiled and wasted no time by getting out of the cold. The passage closed behind her and she was subdued to darkness. She reached her hands out in front of her, feeling her way down the corridor, which she luckily knew well. She was so used to torches lighting the corridors around here, well at least it was warmer than outside. It took her a while to reach the end of the corridor due to the lack of light. She climbed the staircase with great care, she didn't want to fall down, it was stone after all and with no-one knowing where she was non-one would safe her. She moved quicker the further she got up it, as it begun to get lighter. She sprung into a run and whacked the door open at the too of the staircase. It wasn't until she opened it, did she realize where the staircase led to. Elphaba's room. The window allowed the room to be lit and she could see every detail about it, although she wasn't ready to. It had been a year, but that mean she was anymore ready to be reminded of this room. They had spent endless hours making love in this room, on that bed right over there. The bed still hadn't been made after all these years, everything left the way she had left it. She walked around the room, numb. She sat down finally on the edge of the bed and took out her hat, she left behind. She placed it on Elphaba's side of the bed and lay down in her side. She stared at it, expecting any minute for Elphaba to appear besides her wearing it. She closed her eyes and thought of her, the memories, the laughter, the smiles, the intensity of the other's eyes as they told each other they loved each other and would always be with them.

''You lied Elphie, you lied, you said you would never leave me … but you did and I'm so alone.'' Glinda opened her eyes on the count of three, ready to see her there. But she didn't. She never would. Glinda turned over, not able to stand laying there for another moment, she couldn't keep thinking of her like this, she was slowly dying from it. She blinked a few times and then sat upright in the bed. Elphaba stood in the doorway wide eyed, as shocked to see her as she was to see her. 'Was she a ghost?' Glinda thought to herself. 'Was she an angel?' Elphaba thought to herself. 'No just a figure of my imagination.' They both agreed on, but there she was staring right at me.

''Glinda.'' Glinda stared back wide eyed. Was she seeing properly, or was she dreaming it again? Elphaba stood rigid she didn't want to move, afraid this figure of her imagination would go away if she did.

''Pull yourself together you idiot.'' Elphaba muttered to herself, she had taken to talking to herself often, since she was a recluse. A supposed dead one at that. Glinda gasped at the sound of her voice and knew as she walked away and the door went to close behind her, she was very much real.

''Elphie?'' Glinda's voice was more a cry than her voice. Elphaba spun around, pausing for what felt like the most unbearable eternity that could exist. She then finally moved in to her, to see for herself but Glinda flinched back and let out a small cry.

''Glinda is it really you?'' Elphaba didn't want to be tormented so, sadness shone through in her eyes, in her voice, the way she clutched her hand to her heart. Glinda felt her eyes brim with tears; the very sound of her voice overwhelmed her with emotion.

''Is it really you?'' The blonde spoke in such a small voice, Elphaba could barely make out what she said.

''Yes, it's me my sweet.'' Elphaba couldn't control herself, she edged towards her. How she had wanted this to happen so many times. If it were up to her, this would have happened so long, she realized as soon as she faked her death she couldn't live without her, but it was too late, she had gone by the time she came round to her senses. She followed her head over her heart back then, she did it for her, for her well being but looking at the state of her now, well she didn't expect to see her like this. She reached out for her hand, wanting so much to comfort her. Glinda who was still sure she was hallucinating the entire thing, she froze when her hand met hers. There was no way she was dreaming, she had imagined this moment a million times before, those eyes, that voice, but she never felt her. Glinda pulled away from her and couldn't help but burst into tears. She clasped her hand to her mouth and cried so violently Elphaba couldn't bear to see her like this; she reached out for her again.

''No! Don't come near me!''

''Glin please.''

''Don't touch me.'' She shouted between cries.

''Glinda it's me, Elphie.''

''No! I don't want anything to do with you, just leave me alone!'' Glinda darted off the bed, practically knocking Elphaba aside. Elphaba sighed and called after her. But she didn't turn back and she watched her about to walk out of her life again. She couldn't do this again what little of a soul she had, couldn't take it. She raced after her and spun her around by the wrist to face her.

''Glinda don't go I-'' before she could even finish her sentence Glinda had slapped her at full force, so hard on the face Elphaba's nose soon begun to drip with blood.

''I hate you!'' Elphaba stared back at her, tears filling up in her own eyes. She knew she wouldn't react all too well, but the look in her eyes was full of anger and she truly believed what she just said. Elphaba wiped the blood away with the back of her sleeve and looked deep into those blue eyes, no-one in all of Oz had a pair like them.

''I love you.'' Elphaba whispered.

''Don't you dare!'' Glinda begun hitting her, but her hits weren't as fierce this time for her crying was slowing her down.

''I love you more than anything Glin.'' She repeated.

''If you really loved me you wouldn't have left me, you have no idea how many nights I've cried over you. I couldn't bear being alive at times, the pain hurt too much and now you're here, and I suffered for nothing?! Why, why do this? Why did you break my heart?'' Glinda sunk to the floor in a heap and felt her heart break all over again. Elphaba surrendered to her tears and they fell no matter how much they stung her. Knowing that she did this to the love of her life was just unbearable beyond belief.

''I am so sorry my sweet; I never meant to hurt you. That's why I did what I did because I loved you so much.'' Elphaba knelt down beside her and was dying to hold her, to guarantee her everything would be ok but would it? Had she ruined that, a year ago?

''Stop lying to me!''

''I'm not lying to you Glin!'' Elphaba was shouting herself now.

''Well you lied to me before why not now!? What happened? Tell me I have a right to know what you've been doing as I cried my heart out.''

''I faked my death, I wanted to give you the life you deserve.''

''Look how well that turned out!'' She laughed bitterly, still not looking at her. Elphaba tilted her head up to meet her eyes, but Glinda whacked it away fiercely.

''My sweet.''

''Don't you dare call me that.'' Elphaba whimpered a small cry and wiped her tears away, she could feel the scars from the tears begin to form on her face.

''Go. I don't want anything to do with you.'' Glinda's voice had dropped to a whisper, as though all her energy had been taken from her. She hiccupped a cry and breathed in deeply, to keep herself living, if there was any point, or any need.

''Do you mean that?''

''Not a single part of me doesn't.'' Elphaba flinched at her words. She got to her feet and watched as Glinda tried her best to compose herself.

''But where am I-?'' Elphaba begun but was interrupted by the weeping blonde.

''I don't care where you go, but don't bother finding me Elphaba.'' Glinda got to her feet bravely and looked at her finally, but the green witch wish she hadn't. It made it even worse.

''I love you more than anything.'' Elphaba addressed her, but Glinda turned even further away from her. She reached for her broom and mounted it. Wanting to say so many other things to her, she fought back, afraid she would break her even more than she had. She gazed out at the land before her. Where she would go, she didn't know, but right now she didn't care. In the claws of a hungry animal, in a deathtrap with no way out. She didn't care, she was up for any of these choices right now. Knowing she had inflicted so much pain on her love, she would be for the rest of her sad little life. She flew high into the sky and didn't dare look back. Glinda watched through her blurred vision, the figure of her high in the sky, she was gone within the minute. She sighed at this and vowed she would not shed another tear over her. She took in a deep breath, letting it fill her up and then in one long go let it out again. She crumbled the lily she brought along to put on the grave she made for her and watched as the deformed petals fell to the floor. What good was it now? She smoothed down her dress and made her way back home. Back up North. Back where she was needed. She found Elphaba's cape a few feet ahead of her and after a moment's hesitation picked it up. Every time she left her, she left something behind to remember her by. When she died … when she faked her death, she left her hat behind. Glinda had kept it and would hold it every night, for she couldn't sleep without it. She could pretend it was her, if only she held onto her hat, she would magically come back and they could life happily ever after. Well that blew back in her face didn't it? She ran as fast as she could away from this place, everything about it reminded her of her and if she were to stay strong she had to get away. Get away from her as far as possible.