Lurlinemas
"Fiyero, I'm home!"
Elphaba walked into her house, feeling strangely giddy. It was Lurlinemas Day, and she wondered what Fiyero had bought her. Probably something shiny, like a ring or necklace. She liked ri—
"No! Oh, sweet Ozma, no!" Elphaba cried.
Her Fiyero lay in a pool of his own blood. She touched him; he was cold. She checked his pulse; there was none.
Elphaba huddled in a corner and vomited. She didn't bother to clean it up. She simply left, quckly wiping at her tears before they burned her.
It was the worst Lurlinemas of her life, and the only one she'd ever remember.