Request by @theatre__maniac__

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ The quad felt emptier without Glinda by your side. You sat alone under the familiar oak tree, your usual spot with Glinda now a reminder of what you had lost. Across the lawn, Glinda laughed, her arm looped through Fiyero’s. They looked perfect together—of course they did.

You told yourself that you hated it. Hated him.

But when Fiyero glanced over, flashing that effortless grin, you felt the sting of jealousy twist into something else entirely. It wasn’t Glinda you missed. It was Fiyero who had your attention now—and that realization burned more than anything. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁