Please move this to the Wicked category. We're trying to get more fics in there. And that's where this belongs anyway. :-)

This is great! *saves to favorites list*

I read this a while ago when the site was in read-only mode due to some maintenance thingy or another, but I bookmarked it to remind myself to review -- I thought it was that good. I love the introspection of this piece -- I tend towards introspection in writing, myself -- and as a character study this is wonderfully insightful. The end is especially great. I love the comparison of the final line to a prayer. Keep up the great writing.

--Red

beautiful.

that was very good.

I absolutely LOVED this fic! Please write more like it. It was pure Elphaba.

Awesome. Really liked this one. Loved the description, the style of writing. Another masterpiece to add to my favorites.

Amazing. Really powerful, don't think I've read a better piece on this site.

Yet, in the past few years… she had begun to feel… not fake, but not as though she really existed, either. Until the day Fiyero refused to ignore her – despite her best efforts, she convinced herself - she had been living in the shadows, making sure to be seen as little as possible. She didn’t give her name, so no one called her by it. The only ones she truly interacted with were the people with whom she worked – and they were always changing, one face quickly replaced by another. There were no continuing relationships. No one remembered you, no one came to your home – no one knew where it was! No one engaged in casual, friendly banter. No one acknowledged that you existed. If or when you died, there was no pause. Everything moved on – without you. Because you did not have an identity, you were merely a part. A part that could be replaced.

That was my favorite part of it all, but the whole thing was beautifully written. You have a real talent for writing, please write more!

a lovely look into elphaba's mind. i really liked the way you described the relationship between them, all of the unspoken understandings that they have. very well written.