2 Years Later

Trumpets sounded ceremoniously as the crowds cheered in harmony. Glinda waved down to them, her brilliant teeth glinting in the sunlight as she smiled ecstatically. Banners were strung around the city, emphasising the engagement taking place that afternoon. Glinda wrapped her arm around her fiancées waist, feeling his arm sling around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest so her body moulded perfectly into his jacket. She felt a light kiss on her forehead, a whisper of a connection.

This all seemed too familiar to Glinda. The celebration, the banners, and noise, the occasion – it was like she was proposing to Fiyero all over again. Only it wasn't Fiyero. It wasn't even someone in the Gale Force. It was an average man; someone who'd captured her heart, but didn't manage to look after it as well as he had.

Shaking her head from the past, she continued waving, laughing merrily as a young man below blew a kiss to her. Green hats began to fly in the air, spiralling back down as though they were leaves hurtling through autumn. By the time the hats had all returned to earth, the newly engaged couple were gone.

In the living room, the servants bustled hastily to serve them tea, the maids scurrying around like trapped mice, screaming out wedding plans to one another. The girls had already promised Glinda that they would take care of everything, and that she and her fiancée had to do nothing but write their vows.

Glinda excused herself from the rush and ambled upstairs, feeling slightly giddy from all the haste. She flopped down on her huge bed, the duvet folding beneath her and creasing according to her shape. She closed her eyes, willing herself to breathe deeply as overwhelming fear and excitement hit her square in the chest. She brought her hands up to her face, smothering herself in complete darkness.

She wondered what was wrong with her. Why wasn't she ecstatic like the rest of the city? She was finally getting married, something she had dreamed of with her mother when she was only five years old. She had longed for that day, when she could throw the flowers and wear a gorgeous dress. But now that it had come, it didn't feel quite so fulfilling. She realised that she'd have to wake up to the same man every day, would be expected to act as gracefully towards him as she would her father or any other important figure. But she couldn't back out now. All of Oz was looking towards her.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, she wondered what it would be like to live a free life, a life without the constraints of publicity and image. A life like Elphaba's. Glinda willed herself to stay off that topic, knowing she would become upset if she thought about her best friend. The green girl was always in the back of her mind, but she refused to let her claw her way to the front, knowing she would make a rash decision to return and live the life she truly wanted.

At the sound of footsteps, she sat up, wiping her face as she found the tears which had clung to her powdered cheek. She looked up, staring at the face of her fiancée.

'Everything alright?' He asked.

'Fine,' she answered, just another lie biting on her tongue. But she knew if she wanted to live this extraordinary life, she had to act how they wanted. How they expected her to. Her decision never mattered.

- Wicked -

A week later, Glinda sat in her bedroom, sprawled on her front. Her fiancée was out on a business meeting, and took this time to act like herself, rather than the posh lady she pretended to be. In her hand she held a letter, creased at the edges where her fingers had grasped it tightly a few times. She closed her eyes, and without giving it another thought, she slid it into the envelope, sealed it with her crest and stuffed it into her handbag.

Walking outside, she breathed in the fresh air, stopping to allow the sun to spread its warmth through her entire body. Once she felt satisfied, she strode down her pebbled pathway which wormed its way through her lush green lawn. She waved to the gardener, swiping at the leaves with his rake. She smiled to an Ozian who was walking past at that moment. And for a moment, she wondered why she wanted to leave this life. It felt too perfect.

Dismissing all her thoughts, she walked to a local messenger, who looked stunned to see her actually hand him a letter. Usually she had her servants do these gritty tasks for her. But she looked directly into his eyes, and spoke quickly, telling him what he had to do. He nodded, and scurried away.

The last glimpse she saw of the letter was the title.

Mr Fiyero and Elphaba Tiggular

- Wicked -

Glinda stood behind an ornate screen, breathing deeply. Her white gown felt too tight, but she knew the measurements would be perfect. She felt slightly thrilled yet scared – she was finally getting her dream. Love, and respect. That's all she wanted.

As she walked down the carpet, and spoke her vows, she looked subtly around the room. She could see her family, tears lining their faces as their precious daughter would no longer be only theirs. She could see the entire city of Oz, watching her in amazement, their faces adoring.

And then, right at the back, she saw the flash of green. They were standing in the doorway, ready to leave as soon as it was over so they wouldn't be caught. She was wearing a black dress, as usual, but even from the distance Glinda could tell it was decorated, a dress made purely for occasions such as these. Fiyero was wearing an emerald green suit, a smile etched onto his face as he watched the proceedings. It was driven wider when he saw her glance at him.

And suddenly, she felt happy. She knew this was what she had been missing. It wasn't her life. It was just missing her two friends. But now they were here, everything seemed perfect.

She turned back to Cendriq, and smiled, as they were pronounced husband and wife.

As they kissed, she sneaked a glance out of the corner of her eye. She saw them leave, but not before Elphaba left a second glance, for Glinda's eyes alone. She winked, then swiftly flew away.

- Wicked -

As Glinda walked alone through the marquee, she came to the spot where they had been standing.

There, pinned onto the opening, was a pink flower.

The very same flower Glinda had given the green girl back at the University.

Glinda hugged it to her chest, and slid it into her hair, before returning back to her life.

Well, that's the end of the story. Thankyou sooo much for all those who have made it through to the end, and especially those who gave support and help during the story. Love you all xo

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