The silence that followed was oppressive, a physical presence that weighed on them both. Glinda's voice was barely a whisper.
Elphaba stood at the edge of the lake, the water's gentle lapping at her feet a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. Before her, Glinda approached, her steps light, her smile radiant.
"Why are you doing this, Elphaba? Why are you letting your anger consume you?"
"That's not true," Glinda argued, her pace quickening. "We've been through so much together. We've supported each other, stood up for each other. You're the reason I found my voice, Elphaba."
As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Elphaba turned and walked away, leaving Glinda standing alone by the lake. The distance between them seemed to grow wider with each step Elphaba took, a physical manifestation of the schism that had finally and irrevocably opened between them.