Chapter Text
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly
And people would say, "They're the lucky ones."
I used to know my place was the spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on
The music blasted through her headphones as she ran her normal route around the park. It was chilly, but she could care less; she let the wind slap her in the face as she ran as fast as her legs would take her. She wasn’t going to let anything get to her, not anymore.
The next morning was the same thing, like clockwork.
- Wake up
- Brush her teeth
- Get dressed
- Drink Water (only water)
- Run
Everyday for the last 3 years was the same, it very rarely strayed from the routine. Her therapist had stated a routine, “provides structure and consistency in daily life, which can lead to reduced stress, improved focus, better decision-making, increased feelings of control, and overall enhanced mental and physical well-being” and blah-blah-blah . Elphaba zoned out after a while because it was always the same thing, over and over and over again.
So here she was running as fast as she could down the same path she always took, in the same park she always ran in. Nothing new, nothing strayed from the routine, until…
BAM!
She had crashed into somebody and it wasn’t soft, but out of reflex Elphaba reached out and caught the person before they would fall to the harsh Earth. Hands around the waist pulling the person right into her, making sure she was balanced and both her feet… her?!
And that's when she saw it. Pink shoes. Not just any pink shoes. Pink heeled shoes…
And just like that, her routine was ruined. Her perfect routine of 3 years, trashed in just a matter of seconds.
“OH OZ!! Thank you so mu-”, the woman said bfore she cut herself off when their eyes met.
Beautiful doe brown eyes met emerald green and the world stopped. The girl's brown eyes widen in disbelief, shock, horror. It was too hard to tell because Elphaba couldn’t breath, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t move. Her hands still wrapped around the pale girl's tiny waist.
Then she realized, she dropped her hands so quickly; from an outsider’s perspective you would have thought she was burned from the contract, and that's exactly how Elphaba felt. Like she’d been burned all over, like the Unnamed God himself had dropped boiling Lava all over her.
And just like that her routine of 3 years became nonexistent. It had disintegrated like a sandcastle when a high tide washes up on the shore, the meticulous details and soaring towers swept away in the blink of an eye, leaving only a flattened, indistinct memory of what was once there.
And it was all because of one person… one woman…
Galinda Upland