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Tilting her head back to keep in her tears, Glinda hung in her bubble above the people of Oz.
“The Wicked Witch is finally dead! Both are!” they rejoiced. Very few of them knew what Fiyero had done for Elphaba, but Glinda was sure that if they did, the Ozians would celebrate his demise as well.
She had banished the Wizard’s guards after him and had Madame Morrible thrown into prison. Boq disappeared, and Glinda cut ties with her friends from home and Shiz long ago. Thus, she was alone. Completely, utterly alone.
Her stomach gave a great heave.
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The Good Witch worked herself sick.
She also drank heavily whenever she was out of the public eye. But instead of hard liquor, she sucked down the Wizard’s pain-killing elixir, which she learned to Replenish by magic, from the bottle she had confiscated from him.
It was the only way she could feel close to her lost friend.
Melena’s keepsake was locked away in one of Glinda’s secret rooms to keep it safe and pristine.
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Elphaba froze where she hunched hidden in Glinda’s glass-front wardrobe years later.
“Come on out, Elphie. I know you’re there.”
The one time she allowed herself to sate her all-encompassing need to be near Glinda, she got found out immediately. Slowly, she lifted a hand to push open the door.
But a flurry of movement and giggles burst out from under the bed.
“Mommy!”
Elphero was the spitting image of her mother, down to the blond curls, tiara, white gloves, and luminous ballgown. The toddler even held a mini-version of Glinda’s wand. She squealed as her mother grabbed her up and twirled her around in a big circle.
Elphaba slid to the floor of the wardrobe.
The child had Fiyero’s hazel eyes and Elphaba’s green skin.