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Glinda didn’t realise until she was standing in the doorway of their her room that she should be happy; after all, she finally got her room back to herself and she could now spread her things out however which way she wanted, cover every inch of the room in pink fluff and no one would would keep her up in the night with her grumbling about the colour being obnoxiously blinding – after all, having the whole suite to herself had been the only thing she truly wanted and craved for a long time (the idea that she could want for anything else was ludicrous).
So why was Glinda not happy? There was a soft and gentle sea breeze blowing in through the door out into the balcony, but it was not bringing Glinda any comfort; if anything, the sound of the wind through the cracks of the still-broken glass was sounding increasing like the screech of the monkeys who had followed Elphaba into the blazing sunset, that should have carried Glinda away too with her best friend (her love), if only she had been a little more brave.