"The wicked witch is dead!"

Chearing voices rang out. A celebration over your death. They say No-one mourns the wicked... but no, one mourns the wicked.

Galinda. She, on the outside, was smiling and celebrating with the people.. but inside, she was dying. She just lost the woman she cared most about. She hated that the only way people referred to her Elphie was "the wicked witch" as if it weren't their fault she was wicked. Even then, she wasn't truly wicked. She was hurt. And it hurt to think of. She didn't deserve this.