After saying goodbye to Dr. Dillamond, Glinda was greeted by Nessarose waiting for her patiently on a bench at the train station. The blonde rushed over to her quickly, dragging her suitcase with her the entire way. Her smile was filled with happiness, and she was genuinely glad to see Nessa after a month away from her. She ran as fast as she could, and Nessa noticed her and smiled back, standing up. The blue eyed woman dropped her suitcase on the ground as she wrapped her arms around Nessa's slim, but sturdy, frame. "It's good to see you," Nessa said after kissing golden curls.

"I missed you so much!" Glinda confessed. She held onto Nessa a little more than publically appropriate before pulling away.

"Did you have fun on your vacation?" Nessa asked her.

"So much!" Glinda giggled. "It was nice spending some time with Dr. Dillamond. I don't get to see him as much as I'd like," she confessed. She went to pick up her suitcase, but she noticed that Boq had already picked it up for her.

"I insist, Miss Glinda," he smiled.

"Thank you, Boq," she replied, proud of herself for remembering his name.

Upon the arrival back at Nessa's mansion, Glinda ran inside. "I missed the rich life," she joked. She took her suitcase from Boq and dug around in it, being careful not to wrinkle her dresses. She found the brown paper bag she was looking for, and slipped a black rectangular jewelry box from it. "Nessa, I got this for you!" Glinda smiled and stood, handing it to her.

"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything," Nessarose said, blushing as she was handed the gift.

"Technically, I didn't buy it. We both know I have absolutely nothing to my name. But I picked it out especially for you. Open it!" Nessa did as she was told, and couldn't breathe when she slowly picked up the bracelet; it shined beautifully as the sunlight hit it through the window. Tears came to her eyes, and Glinda wished she wouldn't cry because she didn't like it when people cried. Tears came to her own eyes as she watched Nessa cry right there in the foyer. Perhaps she should have waited to give her the bracelet.

"It's beautiful," Nessa said, then looked down at the blonde. "Oh, Glinda, why are you crying now?"

"Because you are," she said as if she was a child.

"Thank you so much," Nessarose pulled her in for a hug. "I love it. Please, put it on for me." Glinda did as she was told and clasped it onto Nessa's wrist. She knew it would look great on her; she still had that eye for fashion even if she couldn't buy things herself. "You got my size spot on," Nessa said, keeping her tears at bay. "Now, who's ready for dinner?"

After dinner, Nessa had some papers to read and whatnot, so Glinda was left alone. She declined Boq's company as she saw he was exhausted from the day's travels and knew he just wanted to go to sleep. Nessa had to reluctantly leave Glinda on her own, and the blonde figured she'd be okay on her own for a few hours before bed. In order to keep herself from going crazy, she decided to write in her journal. She flipped the pages until she got to a blank one, and dated the page, starting it off with the two words each one was started out with: Dear Elphie. She thought about what she should write about; what came to mind were her scars on her inner thighs. She hated them dearly.

Dear Elphie,

I already wrote to you all about my vacation, so I'd rather not bore you to death. Instead, I will write to you about something that I haven't told a soul about; Nessa knows they are there, of course, but she doesn't know the specific reason why I have fifty tiny scars going up each thigh.

Everyone says that scars tell stories and you should be proud of them. Whoever decided that this was an okay thing to say never really had a scar. Because you have to think about this: What if those scars told horror stories? What if they told a story that would give people nightmares if they thought about them? I know mine give me nightmares whenever I'm reminded about them.

They happened because of this: there was a man down in Southstairs that had his way with me-well, there were multiple, but despite the darkness, I know his face. After he'd touch me, he'd put a line in my thigh with a knife. It hurt the first few times, but after a while, you get used to a knife digging into your skin and then you find yourself barely feeling it happen. It was either because I was used to the repetitive feeling, or I was just so numb at one point that I just didn't feel.

Anyway, he told me that it was so whoever would touch me, they'd know I was his or used up already; he told me that I'd be unlovable. My parents would find out and reject me, which came true. He told me that whoever I loved would find me repulsive and that they'd move on. I immediately thought of you and it hurt. It hurt when you rejected me that one night, the night I was claimed a wicked witch. I wish you would have taken me with you, wherever it is you are, and showed me the love that I so desperately needed from you.

But you didn't. I don't blame you. And I should just get over this love I have for you and move on; I shouldn't dwell on it. But I simply can't, and my heart aches for you.

I sound selfish, really. I have Dr. Dillamond, Nessa, and Boq (kind of) to take care of me. It makes me feel selfish sometimes because of the fact that I just can never appreciate what I already have- something I have always done, even before my arrest.

I still have my good days, and I have my bad ones, but I'm dragging myself through life.

I love you, Elphie. I just wish you would find me and hold me, even if I repulse you with my scars.

Forever yours,

Glinda

She shut the journal just when Nessa walked into the bedroom. She looked exhausted, and the blonde got the bed ready for her as she pulled on her nightclothes. "I'm exhausted," Nessa said, stating the obvious as she climbed into bed.

"I can tell," Glinda replied. "Want me to read to you as you fall asleep?"

"Please do. I missed that," Nessa replied. Glinda grabbed a book from the shelf and got underneath the covers with her. Nessa rested her head against Glinda's stomach. She ran her fingers through smooth brown hair as she held the book with the other, pausing only to turn the page as she read.

What Glinda didn't know was a green woman was looking through her crystal ball and had been watching Glinda since she got home from her vacation. The words she had written hurt Elphaba dearly, and the raven haired woman just kept questioning herself: What have I done?

Thank you so much for the positive feedback from the last chapter! I decided to further procrastinate my schoolwork and work on this, because I figured why not? This chapter isn't very exciting, but I believe the next chapter will be quite the opposite :)