The perfectly curled blonde stared at a window unseeing. She was so small. So powerless . "Why are they singing? she said,. She launched her fists down to her sides. Wishing the glass dome would break , she glowered at the Emerald City. It was decorated in celebration. The congratulotions banner was being reused as one to celebrate Elphie's death. Looking at the window, she saw her life. It felt like she was in a snow globe. Trapped, and slamming against the glass for a world she would never reach.
A tremble burned through her. Elphie was gone. She died while murderers lived. Her stomach thrust in. Her "death" wasn't fair. . She realized that she, and people in general expected the world to have justice to it. If there was none how could they prevent pain from happening to them? They would never admit it, but they acted like they owned the world. Everything had to be somebody's fault. It had to be attackable. Elphie had fit the wanting enough to convince people she was bad. It hurt her like hell to think about it. So she continued to focus her anger on Ozians, The Wizard, Morrible and in an terrible place, herself.
She dug her manicured nails into her elbows. Later red marks would appear, but it was better than letting go of what mattered. Her body felt as if she huddled into her herself enough she would disappear. She tucked her head into her shoulder and waited for tears to come. For one moment she forgot she had to keep going. It was Elphie's last request. Then she remembered. Her mourning consumed her so much she didn't notice steel pounding against the floor. A silver streak charged into the room. It was shiny like beads and sequins.
" Miss Glinda!" it said. When it stopped she saw that is a man made of tin. Vaguely, she remembered seeing him with Dorthy . He smiled.
" It's Boq, from school. You always called me Biq . I've been in love with you ever since I first saw you. The moment I saw you behind your crowd of admirers I knew I loved you." He said.
She dropped her jaw. It disgusted her, what he was saying. Yes, she remembered him from school. He was unpopular, and would bring her social status down. That was the only reason she hadn't acknowledged him.
" Miss, I know you may throw me out because I'm tin. It has been an honor to see your goodness again."he said
She froze for a minute. If Oz caught her crying they would find out. They would find out and the only promise Elphaba ever requested of her would be broken. If her name was cleared, the celebration would stop. Her pain would die down. But Elphaba's biggest want for her would die . It was worth the all pain in the world. She deserved it for causing Elphie to die.
"Leave, I'm not in the position to present to you now." she said. She sighed, her face wrinkled at the corners of her mouth. Was this how she would spend the rest of her life, alone and trying to fufill another's dream of good?
"Glinda, I know you. That goddess in the bubble is who you really are. Everything, the bubble, the crown, the sequins. You are that" He smiled a small smile paired with desperately hopeful eyes.
Blood poured from her hands when she felt the sting of her nails digging in. How could he think she was so shallow? She would bet everybody else thought the same about her.
"No! It's not. It can't be!"she said. She made her jaw clamp so she couldn't say any more. Rage swelled in her heart at what had happened before, what was happening now. It felt out of control , ready to burst from its cage. She was in pain keeping it bound.
"This is real Glinda, you chose this."he said