This takes place after the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba. It is a from Glinda's point of view, and tells of how she struggles with the many memories of her friend, and what happens after she finds out that Elphaba might not be dead...
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As we make our way home we talked about the changes that have happened since I have been gone. I told him about concerns I had for the future of Oz, and he gave me his opinion. After about a two hour carriage ride we finally arrived home.
No sooner did the carriage come to a halt then my mother came rushing out the door. My father helps me down and I run to meet her, and we embrace in each other in hugs. "Galinda, my dearest, darlingest daughter." She smile at me. "My have you changed." Returning her smile I chuckle. "Oh Momsie, I couldn't stay your little princess forever. I had to grow up one day." Momsie smiles. "I know darling. I just wish you could have stayed little for a little longer."
Popsicle takes my arm and Momsies, and leads us into the house. "Galinda, dear, you must be exhausted!" Nodding I reply, "Very much. It has been very stressful the past couple weeks with the celebration and... and..." I don't finish that thought. "I also didn't sleep well on trip here."Momsie then tells Popsicle that she will take me up to my room. Kissing his cheek I promise I will see him at supper.
I can't help but laugh when I enter my old room and see that it is exactly as I left it. "What's so funny?" She asks . I smile and look over at her. "I can't believe you left my room like this." I gesture around the room. "My old books I hated to read. My vanity..." My voice trails off as I see a picture of Elphaba and myself at Wizamania. I remember that day well.
Momsie notices what causes me to go quiet, and she gently hugs me. I bury my face on her shoulder and begin to cry. She remains silent, and just hugs me. After a few moments I am able to compose myself. "I... I am okay." My voice says otherwise, but Momsie doesn't press me to talk. "Glinda, sweetheart, why don't you try and take a nap. Supper won't be ready for a couple hours yet, and you look exhausted." Nodding I comply. She kisses my cheek and leaves me to get settled.
As Momsie leaves the room I remove my travel cloak, hat and shoes and set them aside. Absent mindedly I lay down on the edge of the bed and stare at the photo of Elphie and I as I drift off to sleep.
