HANNAH'S POINT OF VIEW
I stay still, sitting in bed while my heart beats out of my chest, as I watch Rowan bolt out of my room. It ends just like that. How can someone get my hopes up so high then crash them straight down into hell in a matter of seconds? Seconds. I feel so hurt, confused, lonely, upset, and confused again. What made her change her mind at the last second? Don't get me wrong, it's totally okay for someone to change their mind, but then to leave with no explanation? To walk out as if you didn't just do that? As if she didn't just do that to me.
I have no idea how I'm going to face her on set tomorrow and force a smile on my face, not only from being so sad but also incredibly angry with her. I'm not a toy, I'm not a prop, and I will not be altered and twisted and morphed into something that's convenient for someone else, and then viewed as worthless when I'm not.
Did I get her all wrong? Was my first impression simply wishful thinking and the hope to finally truly fall in love with someone else? Is she just an idea? She must be, as I had never ever felt this way about someone else.
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You Are My Wildest Dream
FanfictionA queer story inspired by Taylor Swift's music video for Wildest Dreams. Instinctual, longing, passion, and emotional extremes are just a few adjectives that can be found running wild in this desert, alongside Hannah and Rowan. Hannah is a popular s...
