"Hold each and every soul dear. Because you hold great power,
you gradually fail to understand the importance of things that
cannot be recovered. You will realize once it's too late." ↳ ♫･*:.｡. .｡.:*･Happy belated birthday Dimi-chan!･(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧:*･♫
She put her face against Glinda’s and kissed her. “Hold out, if you can,” she murmured, and kissed her again. “Hold out, my sweet.”
The driver clucked the reins, and pitched a cry to leave. Glinda craned her head to see Elphaba drift back into the crowds. For all her singularity of complexion, it was astounding how quickly she
became camouflaged in the ragamuffin variety of street life in the Emerald City.
Or maybe it was foolish tears blurring Glinda’s vision. Elphaba hadn’t cried, of course. Her head had turned away quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence. But the sting, to Glinda, was real.
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire