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Elphaba went forward in her life trying to save others. She saved few but she was proud of those few. Elphaba regretted her decision every day. She thought of Glinda from the moment she woke up to the moment her head lay on the pillow. And seldom did she sleep. Even when she was allowed to sleep her dreams were filled with those Shiz days and that charmed path to the Emerald City.

It took Glinda much longer to move on with her life. When she returned to Shiz she spent weeks in her dorm room clutching Elphaba's pillow to her chest. Elphaba had taken her heart and broken it. But Glinda still loved her. She couldn't find the strength or will to hate her. But eventually she went back to her classes and graduated Shiz with a degree in Sorcery. Her parents had asked their daughter if she was going to move back to Frottica to find a husband. Glinda didn't hesitate when she said she would be moving to the Emerald City. The sorceress told her parents and friends that she would find a job and look for a husband. But she knew that she was going there to find Elphaba. That was her only goal.

But Glinda never found Elphaba. She looked for years until she knew she could no longer stall her parents' marriage arrangement any longer. Glinda was to be married to Sir Chuffery of the Pertha Hills. Glinda was happy for a while. She was given everything she deserved. The beautiful blonde went to balls and danced with the most rich and famous. This was everything she had ever wanted, until she had gone to Shiz. Chuffery was her friend and she loved him as such. And he was very aware of this. He knew that he would always be second place in this beautiful woman's heart.

The couple never had a child, that wasn't to say that they didn't make love; just nothing ever came out of it. Glinda had endured their lovemaking to make her lord happy. After all he had done for her and loved her he deserved that much. And when he fell asleep next to her she would hold a pillow to her chest and weep silently. She regretted that she hadn't stepped off that carriage and gone with Elphaba. She wouldn't care what they would do or if it was dangerous as long as she was with Elphaba.

Eventually Glinda did work her way up in the social circle as well as the Wizards. He saw what she could do and offered her as his magical vizier. The Wizard hadn't remembered her and Glinda never mentioned it. This is how se became Glinda the Good.

It was years before the two lovers met again. And it was under unfortunate circumstances. They met at Nessarose's funeral. Elphaba wasn't her happiest but she wasn't depressed either. She wasn't expecting to see Glinda there. Both women were beginning to age. Wrinkles were appearing on the corners of their eyes and they both looked tired all the time. They had grown up, seen and done things that they weren't necessarily proud of. But seeing each other… It was like be back in Shiz again.

They didn't speak of their separation or their love. They merely talked about recent events and new from Munchkinland and the Emerald City. And unfortunately their conversation took a turn for the worst when Glinda told Elphaba that she had given her sister's shoes away to that hick bray, Dorothy. Elphaba went mad with anger. And after their heated conversation they parted ways.

This time Glinda regretted this separation more then the last.

Months later, when Elphaba was sure that Dorothy and her band of misfits were coming to the castle; she was thumbing through the pages of the Grimmerie. She was searching for some kind of spell. Something that might help her get those shoes from the brat's feet.

But then Elphaba turned to a page that made her heart stop. The golden pages were covered with pink and green swirls. And in the middle of the page was a golden heart surrounded by intertwined pink and green swirls. In the heart, in Glinda's handwriting, was an E & G.

For the first time in her long life Elphaba cried and let them burn her skin.