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Glinda sat on her bed. What was supposed to be the best day of her life had turned into an absolute nightmare. She got what she wanted, she had to be grateful for that. She met the wizard and will be working for him once she finishes university. So why isn’t she happy?
She couldn’t even be bothered to turn the light on. She couldn’t bare to see the state of herself. She wiped her tears. She lay on her bed so her feet were dangling off the side. She’d never be able to sleep; she was inconsolable and had nobody to talk to about what happened.
Morrible made it perfectly clear nobody would believe her and that even if she tried there’d be consequences. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. Maybe if she shut them hard enough she’d wake up beside her Elphaba and this awful day could be written off as an unrealistic dream.
Suddenly, a clatter was heard on the balcony. Glinda shot up. She rose from her bed, frozen on the spot, wanting to walk towards the balcony but being too afraid to.
Despite the foggy, rainy night sky, Glinda could make out a shadowy figure on the balcony. The door clicked, and the figure slowly came into sight.
“Elphie?” Glinda said weakly. Elphaba’s head snapped towards her.
“Glinda?” Before Elphaba could say another word, Glinda ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her. She cried into her shoulder. “Elphaba! What are you doing here?”
“I should ask the same thing. I thought Morrible would’ve had you locked in the palace by now?” Elphaba teased. Glinda softly giggled.
“She said I’d best complete my sorcery course if I want to become a famous sorceress, she says it’ll make it more believable.”
Elphaba shook her head.
“Are you here to show me what I’m missing?” Glinda joked. Elphaba huffed a laugh.
“I’ve found a retreat in the west. I’ve got a bed, and shelter, and a forest with all the fruit I need. I just need stuff from here. I haven’t got long, Galinda, let me grab some stuff.”
Glinda felt her breath hitch at the use of her real name. It brought tears to her eyes, but she had to be strong for Elphaba.
“Let me help you.”
Elphaba picked up her rucksack her father gave her for the trip and began stuffing clothes inside of it. Glinda helped her organize the bag so she could fit as much inside it as possible.
As Elphaba cleared out her drawers, she stumbled upon a small, pink flower hair clip. It looked just like the one Glinda gave her after the Ozdust, but plastic.
Elphaba turned her head like a dog trying to get a better look.
“Oh! Don’t mind that… I forgot to give you it. It was a birthday gift… I- thought it’d be a fun present…” Glinda stared at the floor, a pink blush creeping across her cheeks. Elphaba smiled, before gently placing it into one of the front pockets of her bag.
Elphaba placed her forehead against Glinda’s. “Thank you. Truly. You are my favourite person in all of Oz. I hope you do great things.”
Glinda scoffed. “Please, you’re going to do your activist-protest shit. I’m working with the wizard. I’m good for nothing.”
Elphaba brought her hand up to Glinda’s cheek. “That’s not true. You’re not bad, Glinda, just misguided. You can be so much more than a puppet for the wizard.”
Glinda didn’t reply. She focused on her feet to try and distract from the tears welling up in her eyes.
Elphaba walked towards the balcony and Glinda trailed behind.
“Is this your ride?” Glinda said, rubbing the broom. Elphaba laughed. Elphaba swung her bag onto her shoulder and prepared to leave.
“Goodbye, my sweet,” She said. Glinda walked towards her, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her.
“If you decide the rich life isn’t for you, you know where to find me.” Elphaba whispered. Glinda smiled, kissing her again. “See you later, Elphie.”
Glinda stepped back, allowing Elphaba to fly away. She leaned her elbows on the edge of the balcony fence, staring up in awe. Her chest heaved as she sobbed and the tears streamed down her face, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
She knew they’d see eachother again, away.