Elphaba's words rebounded themselves inside Glinda's head, but she felt no guilt, no remorse. She wanted to, her former human self-wanted to feel sorry that she had tore Fiyero to pieces but her new sleeping sleepless self would not let her.
"I'm sorry," whispered Glinda even though she felt no such feelings. She heard Elphaba cry out in sorrow and pain and muffled her cries with what Glinda could only guess was her hands.
These strangled cries from Elphaba only last for a little bit and Glinda could hear her take deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. The blonde longed to comfort her, to kiss her skin and to whisper soothing words into her ear.
"I don't understand how I tore him to pieces," said Glinda carefully after a little longer in the silence. The leaves from the trees near them rustled and Glinda feared that another person was coming. She flinched as a blowing leave came in contact with her soaked skin and body, "You said he was made of straw… but how can that be?"
Glinda heard Elphaba take a long sigh. Footsteps were heard making contact with the rocks beneath Elphaba's feet. The warmth of Elphaba radiated to Glinda and the blonde knew that she was close to her.
"Glin… Fiyero was the scarecrow that Dorothy went with to meet the Wizard. He didn't die by the Gale Force. I cast a spell on him and changed him into a scarecrow. That's how you were able to tear him apart."
"And you were never able to change him back?" interjected the blonde a bit too soon. It was a good thing Glinda could not see the expression on Elphaba's face once she had said that.
"No, I wasn't," whispered Elphaba almost sorrowfully.
Glinda could picture's Elphaba's normally passionate and sharp features softening as she could hear the pain in her friend's voice.
The blonde tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. She sat there frozen from the frigid river water on the rocks.
"Why didn't you tell me you two were alive?"
Her voice was small, broken and emotional. Glinda hadn't wanted to ask this too quickly but the words had come out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Another sigh from Elphaba.
"It's complicated, Glinda."
The blonde felt something like rage well up inside of her tiny body. She was tired of the same old excuses.
"It's been years, and not one word Elphaba!" spat out Glinda as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was cold all over, but she did shiver or turn blue like she normally would have. Glinda tilted her head downwards, a sign that said she was upset.
"I am sorry," said Elphaba truthfully. Her voice sounded like she cared but Glinda could not see what her expression looked like. The blonde had no way of knowing if Elphaba had meant it or not.
"You know, maybe after all these years I don't care how you feel! How about that?" said Glinda shrilly. The blonde's heart felt like it was burning with all of these false and fake emotions. She was angry, truly she was, but she didn't know how to express her anger in the right words.
Her voice was scary, threatening almost. Elphaba had never heard Glinda talk like that.
"We both know that you still care… or at least I still think you would…" said Elphaba a bit nervously.
The two women let those words sink into the air for a bit.
Glinda thought of how happy she used to believe that this reunion would be. With a mental laugh in her head, she thought herself foolish of how she had imagined it to be, it was far from it. She thought that Elphaba would run into her arms and hug her. And that Fiyero would kiss her on the cheek and they'd all live happily ever after. Well Elphaba and Glinda would at least... the blonde hadn't pictured the prince in the equation at all.
"Why did you have to run off with him?" Glinda emphasized the last word with quite a bit of hatred, "Or have you been lying to me about your feelings for me?"
If she could see, Glinda would have ventured a guess to say that Elphaba was blushing a darker color green at this point.
"I couldn't run away with you… do you know how that would have looked? And besides he was already considered dead…" she trailed off.
"So you were lying to me," said Glinda stiffly. After everything they had been through together, Elphaba still chose Fiyero over her. After all of the kisses, the touches, the fulfillments, how dare she chose that brainless prince over her!
"I still love you," said Elphaba simply.
Glinda felt her heart flutter with an emotion with those words. Her black lips curved into a small smile.
"You sure about that?"
Elphaba had no hesitation.
"Yes," she answered passionately. Glinda felt as Elphaba inched closer to her.
Glinda leaned forward to where she guessed Elphaba was.
"Prove it," escaped her lips as a whisper and as a command.
She imagined her lover's features slowly turning into ones of confusion.
"I-I don't understand, Glin… what do you want me to do?" asked Elphaba in a slow tone of voice. She chose her words carefully as Glinda knew.
Glinda laughed, it sounded something like nails on a chalkboard instead of the sweet tinkling of bells that it once had been. It was so ironic that Elphaba didn't know.
"You have to kiss me."
Silence filled the air for a moment.
"Oh," sputtered Elphaba, "Glinda I-"
"Do it, Elphie. Kiss me," her words were not offering another option.
She slowly extended one hand until she touched the fabric of Elphie's dress. Moving it up her body seductively she soon found the lips of her lover. Cupping Elphaba's chin with her hand, Glinda brought the green face as close to hers as she could get it without actually touching.
"Go on," she encouraged in a small whisper, "Kiss me…"
That's when Glinda suddenly felt Elphaba's lips connect with hers.
I know this is a lot of dialogue but trust me I will have lots of descriptions for the next and last chapter! Hoped you all liked this! I bet you guys won't figure out the ending. Give me your guesses in your review! :)
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