"galinda she's so perfect!"
"galinda she's so nice!"
"galinda! can i please walk with you to class!"
"galinda! might you help me with my sorcery work!"
"galinda!"
"you are all too kind! but i have matters to attend to outside of you all! please have a good one!" galinda speaks as she slips into her and elphaba's shared dorm.
as she makes her way in she flops on her bed.
elphaba was already in there, books sprawled upon her bed, studying til her heart's content. and knowing the antics of her girlfriend not batting an eye.
not until she hears a deep gasp come from out of the blonde. this is when she realizes that she's crying.
"galinda?" she says kind of sing-songy and still not looking up from her books.
"oh, what is it, elphie." galinda says between sobs.
"come here, pretty girl." elphaba called.
before she could even look up properly, the blonde was draped across her lap, crying into her shoulder.
"what is it now?" elphaba asks with geniune concern slowing hugging the girl on top of her.
"i'm trying, elphie. you know i'm trying. but i don't think i can do it. i don't think i can be the person i've always wanted to be. i don't think i can be good." galinda muttered into her shoulder, sobs becoming increasingly louder and nails digging into the clothing of the girl underneath her.
"please.. tell me i'm good, elphaba." she pleads.
"galinda the good." elphaba reassures her.
"galinda, who is oh so very talented, well-rounded, and open-minded when it come to people. galinda, who may seem ditzy and idle minded but is smart and creative beneath the blonde hair and pink attire. galinda, my sweet, sweet girl who i love and care for very much as much as she does me." elphaba stated, emphasis in almost every word she said.
all elphaba can still hear are sobs, so she looks down. her love is smiling but crying harder than ever.
"thank you, elphie. there's so much i could say about you but i can't even think to find the words right now." galinda chuckles.
"no need." elphaba reassures her, rubbing her back and going down to kiss her forehead but instead is met with lips in a salty, tear filled kiss and being dragged down to being atop the crying girl.
"sweet oz, i love you." galinda voiced not much above a whisper.
"and i love you, too, galinda the good."