All she did was love. The green skinned girl took her heart and ripped it out, laughing in her face and walking away. Glinda was left standing there, in the cornfield, on the verge of tears. She watched Elphaba – no, the Wicked Witch – walk away, broom in hand and black dress flowing behind her in the wind.
Elphaba didn't stop, she didn't look back, she didn't show Glinda any remorse. She walked away, never missing a step, never even glancing around.
"E…Elphie," Glinda said in a choked whisper before dropping to her knees and crying. She'd never felt this…this…hopeless before in her life.
A loud cackle brought her out of her own world. She looked up and saw Elphaba flying away, laughing as if she had just seen the funniest thing ever.
Days passed. Glinda sat on her bed, unable to bring herself to rise to her feet. How did she still feel this bad? Elphaba hadn't sho