"Have some. Dulls the pain."
Glinda shook her head, and pushed away the bottle The Wizard held out, too numb to speak. She stared at the doorway where Elphaba and Fiyero left her. They left her. That was wrong, completely wrong She was Glinda Upland, Glinda the Good. Men left other women for her. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. After a few seconds, the tears started flooding down her face.
"They left."
"Hey, uh, think of it this way." The Wizard put an arm around her shoulder. "It'll just make folks love you more. Something kinda, I dunno, smug about a bride. But, uh, abandoned at the alter like that, with the mascara all over your face? Gosh, that'll be irresistible."
"What are you talking about? How can you think about something like that?" Couldn't he tell she was breaking into a million pieces in front of him?
"Sorry," he scoffed. "I somehow find it hard to remember how much you cared about him."
She stared up at him. She had loved Fiyero, she had always loved Fiyero, and The Wizard knew it. It had never been her fault that he forced or coerced her. He'd said so himself, and now he was implying… "I loved him, I thought we…and she was my best friend. It was going to be perfect. Why did they leave me?"
"I dunno, Baby," he signed."Go to your room, and I'll try and drop by later if I have time, okay? "
"You're leaving? No, you—"
"Look, I'm sorry the world can't grind to a halt because a boy left you. I need to take care of the situation."
"No! Oscar, please, I—"
He grabbed her wrist far harder than he needed to, forcing her to let go of his lapel. "Glinda, I have to go." His voice was steely; it had been months since he had spoken to her like that. Certainly not since they had been…intimate. He was supposed to be on her side, he was supposed to like her and want to make sure she was okay.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled, ashamed by her outburst. She wouldn't let him see her like that again, not if he was going to treat her that way, not if it would make him like her less.
"Good girl." He kissed her forehead before walking away. He stopped at the doorway, and turned back towards her. He was going to change his mind, she just knew it. He'd rush back and apologize and offer to marry her himself, and everything would be happy and good and perfect again, because that was what her life was supposed to be. She lowered her eyes in anticipation, ready for how grateful he would be when she forgave him.
"I'd tell you to get some sleep, but, uh, if you can get some circles under your eyes, that would look great when they interview you tomorrow."