Galinda by twistedglinda, PG

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Title: Galinda
Author: twistedglinda 
Rating: PG
Fandom: Wicked
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: Musicalverse. Galinda's life in her POV. Similar to my previous fic, Elphaba.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked.

 

Gillikin was never really supportive of my decisions. I guess it was because of what I told them so many years ago on Spring Break—"I'm in love with a green girl." They hated me already when I applied for an education at Shiz. But they just went with the natural flows of my life as Glinda the Good. And so I just have to accept that and go on with my life, no matter how much I hate it.

After I first met her—Elphaba—it was like everything changed about me. I hated her. For the first time in my life I hated someone! I tried making her life a living hell if it wasn't already by talking about her and spreading rumors… and just because of her green skin. But you have to understand that people from Gillikin are not good with change… though that is not an excuse for my actions.

Like it was bound to do, my conscience caught up with me a few nights before the Ozdust Ball. I realized how horrible I was to her, so I tried to figure out how I could patch things up between us. Salvation came in the form of a black pointed hat—it practically screamed 'Elphaba.' My friends believed I was giving it to her as a sort of joke. I looked at it as something that would possibly change my relationship with her forever.

I became friends with her that night. After bringing her into humiliation that I secretly knew would come—thought I tried denying it—I saved her with a dance. I felt complete with her with me; it was a feeling that I've never really felt before. Sure I was going out with Fiyero, but I couldn't help but grow attached to her, attracted, even, on a strong level…. I was truly elated when she brought me to the Emerald City. I tried telling her how I felt there, but it was as if two things were holding me back—my original "Galinda-ish" nature of being in the city, and Elphaba herself.

Never in my entire life have I ever felt the sting of being left behind. That's what happened after our meeting with the Wizard of Oz himself. I had to watch as Elphaba was tricked into calling a spell that caused pain to a Monkey, Chistery; the ending result was having him grow wings. My green friend flew into a rage, shouting that the Wizard was a fraud. And so I was forced to choose—going with the one I've grown to love or staying here with this madman. I foolishly stayed behind. My way of thinking was that Elphaba would call all of this crazy and come back so that we could spend the rest of our lives together….

During our time apart, I became the beloved Glinda the Good. I was viewed as Oz's everything next to the Wizard. But I hated my life, and so did Elphaba. But I hated her even more. She left me in the Emerald City, she fought with me—literally fought with me!—about Fiyero's affections, and she stole my fiancé on the same day I was engaged to him! Couldn't I still have a shred of happiness after all that I've been though with trying to meet Oz's expectations?

Apparently not. The Witch Hunters finally broke out and made their way to the Vinkus to go and kill the Wicked Witch of the West—my Elphie. I went to her and begged her to just quit, and maybe I could help her. She refused to let me save her—she didn't want me to do anything for fear that they might turn on me as well. I told her I loved her then, but that didn't seem to alter her plans. So she died that night, and in the process, I died as well.