Lunar-Sunset

      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 he

    "Elphaba…" Fiyero whispered, kneeling down beside the crying green girl. She hid her face from him, not wanting him to see her cry – or to see the burns left behind by the tears. "Elphaba…please…"    He gently lifted her chin and stared into her dark eyes, waiting for her to smile. Her green cheeks were darkened slightly from where the tears fell, as were little spots on the palms of her hands. He silently wondered why the tears had this effect on her skin, but he decided not to voice it.    "Elphaba…why did you run away?" he asked, his voice growing softer with each word. "Why…?"    "Because…you…you obviously love Glinda!" Elphaba