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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A knock on the door awakens me, and I blink confused for a moment forgetting I was back in my childhood room. "Glinda?" My mother's voice softly calls as she opens the door. I roll over and stare blurry eyes at her as I try in vain to blink away the sleepy haze.
Stretching I sit up slowly. "How long have I been asleep?" I cover my mouth as I yawn.
Momsie smiles. "You have been asleep for almost three hours. I figured you would want to get up and have a chance to freshen up before supper." I return her smile. "Thank you Momsie." I reply as she goes to leave.
Looking around I see a dress draped over a chair in the corner I hadn't noticed before. "Momsie?" She pauses in the door and looks back at me. "Yes dear?"
"Whose dress is that in the corner? I don't remember owning a dress like that, and yet," I pause momentarily, "and yet it looks slightly familiar."
Momsie looks towards the dress, and I notice she swallows and shifts a little. She hesitates a moment before she answers. "It belongs to... to, " She looks very uncomfortable and whispers, "It's Elphaba's."
Before I can ask anymore questions she closes the door. I mechanically make my way over to the chair where the dress lay. I had to see for myself.
Reaching a shaky hand out and pick up the dress. I hold it out and examine it in the sunlight coming from the window. Same black beaded pattern, same stiff collar, and same scratchy fabric she preferred.
Leaning close to it I breath deeply. It smells of eucalyptus, lavender, a faint smell of air, and a scent that is uniquely Elphaba. It can't be her dress! It just can't be! She's dead! I know she is because I was there, and yet, this smells of her...
I toss the dress back on the chair and turn on my heels. I run a brush quickly through my hair, ignore my makeup, and storm out the door. I want answers and I want them now!
