The h y s t e r i a that was orbiting in the witch’s eyes was enough to p r o v e that this would be their last meet. Glinda just knew it. It was out of the b l u e, a surprise, since Nessarose’s funeral she had a feeling that their times together would be l i m i t e d. Never did she think that it would truly come to an end.
But tonight, it would.
❝ Please, don’t leave me again. ❞
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her eyes were so distant, and yet, so were the Witch’s. this was it. the final meeting, in which, two sorts so separated by every division imaginable and still untied by some strange attraction. Elphaba Thropp did not believe in fate, destiny, even love. but the Witch of the West? well, who could say what she believed?
she was brought back to everything, to every time they’d met and left each other once again. it was almost like they were loversof sorts. in a twisted, convoluted series of events. yes, perhaps Glinda Arduenna was the closest thing to a lover Elphaba had ever had, but the thing is, it was uncessary to determine it for sure. for no one would ever know, besides she and the sorceress herself.
“ you are quite seasoned in this now, my sweet. I trust you will make it through as you have before. hold out, if you can. for me, for you, if no one else.”
