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Once Elphaba landed her broom in front of that fallen, dilapidated house, she knew she was too late.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pair of feet laid out underneath the house. Feet which bore bright, silver slippers that looked painfully familiar to Elphaba.
A part of her wanted to turn away from the scene, bile rising in her throat, half afraid that someone would lift the house and show her Nessarose's lifeless body -- or even just her crushed wheelchair. She didn't wanna face any solid confirmation that she was gone.
But she found it impossible to turn around completely. Instead, she found herself glued to the scene just in front of the house.
The scene of Glinda cheerfully welcoming a young girl into Oz, and telling her all about the oh-so-powerful Wizard that will send her home.
Give me a break!
But it wasn't this moment that made Elphaba's skin crawl. No, Glinda had been spewing nonsense about the Wizard for ages now. It was annoying, but not a dealbreaker.
What set her off was what happened after. When Glinda reached down underneath the house and pulled Nessarose's slippers off of her feet.
Don't you freaking dare...!
With a perfect, plastic little smile on her face, Glinda placed the shoes into the young girl's hands, and in the same motion, ripped the heart out of Elphaba's chest.
Why?! Why did you do that?!
Nessa did nothing to you, you cold prick!
Elphaba had never felt such a burning hatred towards her former friend. Even when she was mean to her in school. Even with all the lies that she spread about the Wizard. She still couldn't stay mad at her for long. She still allowed her heart to flutter whenever she was nearby, and her cheeks to warm when they spoke.
I guess you had me under your spell, too...
That spell was broken now. Whatever Elphaba had felt for her before -- whatever she'd thought they could be -- it wasn't going to happen. It was dead and buried next to her little sister.
As the little girl left along the road, Elphaba finally had enough. She needed to tell this cold woman exactly what she thought of her now.
She stormed up towards her, and caught her in the middle of the most ironic goodbye speech she'd ever heard.
Don't you dare pretend to mourn her after that stunt you just pulled!
You are sick. I can't believe I actually loved you once.
Elphaba forced those words down (no point in saying them now anyway). She forcefully steadied out her voice so that she could say her peace without completely breaking down.
"What a touching display of grief..."