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.”
“ hold out my sweet. ”