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As Glinda slowly made her way to where Fiyero stood, waiting for her, her heart pounded. Step by step, she moved along, her long, flowing trail behind her.
Her veil dragged along the floor, the flowers rustling in her hands. Glinda smiled at Fiyero.
He didn’t share the same sentiment as Glinda because he gave a wisp of a smile in return. Disappointed, she continued to walk towards him, not letting it show on her face.
She skid to a stop in front of Fiyero, staring deep into the eyes she had grown to care deeply for. He stared back, less passionately, though.
As the officiant spoke blabbering nonsense, she felt a sense of longing. She wished Elphaba was here, cheering her on.
Glinda would seat her in the front as the best day of her life happened. She would cheer as Glinda and Fiyero kissed, now married.
They would smile and laugh as the cake was cut, Glinda’s beautiful dress sparkling and Elphaba’s beautiful, dark sense of style would pop out of the crowd of colorful clothing. Her pretty hair would be perfect, resting on her shoulder.
Her unusual skin would illuminate in the soft light, her eyes shining. Glinda gave a wistful smile at the thought. After becoming close friends with Elphaba, she imagined Elphaba would be at her wedding. How things change unexpectedly.
Then, a weird loud rumbling emitted from the door. Glinda tried to ignore it.
Fiyero slowly moved his head, staring cautiously and curiously at the door. Glinda had a weird twisted feeling in her stomach, as if she knew trouble was coming.
She had seen Elphaba not too long ago, when she agreed to the deal with the Wizard. If this was her, Glinda wouldn’t know what to think. She hoped Elphaba hadn't done anything utterly stupid.
Fiyero turned his head back gingerly towards Glinda. Before the officiant finished speaking, the door became more insistent.
The noise became louder, and the round door began to vibrate. Glinda’s eyes widened as her stomach churned.
This was definitely not good.
Just then, the door burst open.
A stampede of animals came barreling out of the door, destroying everything in their path. Glinda gave a sharp gasp. She dropped the bouquet on the ground, a plop from the fall against emerald floor.
Fiyero picked her up easily. “Stay here.”
Glinda began to protest, but he had already rushed out of the room. Tears pricked her eyes as her gorgeous, elegant wedding was being reduced to destruction. And her fiancee who was soon to be husband fled.
People fled, screaming and running like wild geese. Pfannee and Shenshen rounded towards her, ducking their heads and protecting their hair.
“What is going on!” Pfannee shrieked. His glasses were chipped. Shenshen yelped as a giraffe broke glass.
“Uh," she laughed nervously despite the circumstances, 'I’ll be back in a clock tick!” Glinda said before rushing off as Fiyero had done. She ran inside the massive hole inside the door. Ignoring the reason why that hole was there, she continued running.
Breathing heavily, she whipped her head back and forth, wondering what to do next. There was a path that looked particularly demolished.
She decided to follow that path. Glinda ran down the halls, speeding up staircases.
Finally, she made it to one of the top floors. As she rushed up the stairs, she paused to see Fiyero with his musket pointed at the Wizard, who was inside a large cage thing.
Elphaba stood there, looking surprised.
“Fiyero! What are you doing?! Have you misplaced your mind?!” She exclaimed.
Her hair landed perfectly as she moved it vigorously from looking back and forth between the three people.
The Wizard looked at her, looking slightly relieved. “Glinda, I’m tired of this! I’m going with her.” He gestured to Elphaba.
As Glinda examined the two, approaching more closely, realization dawned on her. Fiyero never loved her.
He had always loved Elphaba. Glinda’s best friend Elphaba. And it seemed they had had something going on between them for a while.
“Oh.”
Glinda had cared so much for Elphaba, more than anyone she knew. She loved her dearly, as a friend.
There was a passion so deep, so intense, that she couldn’t believe Elphaba had something going on with her fiancée!
And she didn’t even say anything!
Elphaba deserved to be happy though, and so did Fiyero. Even if he was a backstabbing bitch.
Her vision wobbling, she said shakily, “You two deserve each other.”
Elphaba looked at her with an unreadable look alongside hesitation. As much as she loved and wanted Elphaba’s friendship, she needed happiness in her sad life.
Her father had neglected to give her that happiness, and Glinda had failed her, so Fiyero now had to provide that happiness.
“Go,” she whispered. Mascara ran down Glinda’s face.
“Go!” Before she changed her mind. Before she begged on her knees desperately for Elphie to stay, for everything to be back return back to normal. And not the normal before Elphaba was in Glinda's life for the better. She wanted for their little group to be back, Nessa, Boq, Fiyero, and Elphaba
For Glinda to be able to lay her head on Elphaba’s shoulder, to interlink their hands. To share a dorm with Elphaba.
For the late night talks, the giggles they had shared. She missed Elphie. Not the Wicked Witch of the West.
She wanted Elphie. The one who stuffed her nose in a book instead of being a normal social person. The one who gave witty remarks and made Glinda fake offensive before bursting into giggles.
She didn’t want Glinda the Good Witch of the North, nor the Wicked Witch of the West. Just Glinda and Elphie.
Glinda missed Elphaba’s soft snores she had grown accustomed and even fond of.
Oh my. Maybe Elphaba was more than a friend to Glinda. That thought made Glinda want to break down even more, so she shoved it away.
Elphaba gingerly grabbed her broom in her dominant hand as Fiyero followed her walk away.
Elphaba looked back, seeming as if she wanted to say something. But Glinda was in no state to speak.
She was filled with despair, heartbreak, betrayal, and longing. Glinda felt a brutal sob waiting to be let out.
It pressed against her chest, making it hard to not cry more.
They walked away together. Glinda watched them go, the two people she loved. The Wizard had a small green bottle, chugging it.
“Want some? It helps get rid of the pain.” Assuming the offered bottle in question was alcoholic, she did not answer. The man seemed out of it.
Glinda fled down the stairs until she made it back to where the altar had been.
It was darker now, and there was glass everywhere. Flowers laid broken on the ground.
Broken pieces of a variety of things were strewn about. It was a complete disastrous, disgraceful, pathetic excuse for an attempt at a wedding.
It was absolute chaos. Glinda never enjoyed chaos. Her gorgeous white dress was dirtied.
Dried mascara streamed down her face, her makeup ruined and smudged.
She took in the whole place. Glinda sniffed loudly.
The bouquet of flowers she had been holding when she walked down the aisle and had let go of when the animals rushed in were on the floor, crushed to oblivion.
She imagined what it would have been like if instead of Fiyero waiting there for her, it was Elphaba waiting as Glinda walked down with that bouquet.
It was Elphaba in her black dress waiting for her, looking forward to being married to Glinda.
It was Elphaba’s eyes instead that Glinda stared deeply into.
As the thoughts appeared in her head, she completely broke down.
Ugly, ripping sobs arose from her. They tore her apart, each tear and each sob a result of loving Elphaba, of caring for Fiyero.
She just had to be a freak. Glinda was supposed to marry Fiyero, not Elphaba. Elphaba was supposed to just be her close friend, not anything more.
But even then she was a terrible friend. She took the love of her best friend’s life, and never even thought about if Elphaba liked him.
The weird look in Elphaba’s eyes must’ve been revulsion from Glinda.
But alas, Glinda had chased them both off. At least they had their happy ending.
Glinda was not happy. This was not her dream. The thrill did not thrill.
Being renowned for being good was not her dream. She felt no such thing anymore towards being a public figure.
So there she sat, looking pathetic as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was a mess, and nobody liked messes.
She wiped her tears, dapped at her face, cleaning off the mascara before applying more.
Glinda tidied her hair and brushed her dress off, hopefully making it look smoother and cleaner.
She walked out in front of the castle where Fiyero had held her waist as they waved to the crowd.
The thought was nauseating. Swallowing, she smiled widely and syrupy.
Her smile a little too strained looking to be real, she spoke encouragingly.
Glinda spoke about how there was nothing to worry about and the Wizard had it under control, while her cheeks became sore from forcedly smiling. She just had to keep her positive attitude. Smile and wave. Back straight, looking perfect. Glinda spoke soothingly about the situation, how everything was okay.
Inside, she wanted nothing more to cry and cry, never leaving her room ever again.
She barely wanted to keep moving on after losing both of them basically. Nothing was okay about this situation. Despite that, Glinda kept her smile in place. Her sickly sweet voice fauxed happiness and understanding.
As the crowd cheered after her uplifting speech, she turned around and went into her bubble. Stepping stealthily on the button, she floated above the crowd and towards her quarters.
The minute Glinda was too small to see her face, her smile slid off and in came a face of grief and misery.