Dear Elphaba,
Sooo, I guess we're roommates. I'm really sorry I said I loathed you, and the whole school backed me up. I actually love you. A lot. I'm positive now that I love, love, love, lovelovelove you. I don't know what it is, you're smart, pretty, different, there's just something that makes me want to marry you. I don't blame you if you meant what you said to me. I'm just a popular, stuck-up, blond girl who can buy her way into whatever she wants. You're right. I can't make myself give up my reputation to be nice to you, and it's killing me. All I want is you, and I can't even let myself be nice to you. I don't know what to do.
Sincerely,
Glenda
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Letters
FanficIt's been 103 years since Elphaba left with Fiyero. On her death bed, Glinda reads the letters she wrote and never sent.
