The Rebirth of Hanna

 Midnight in Grandville...


"Zzzzz."

"Awaken, my princess," whispers a stranger.

 "Gasp!"
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not interested in what you have under those sheets. I have an entirely different purpose," the stranger hissed.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your fairy gothfather, of course!"
"My wah?"

"I've come to tell you Hanna, this nice girl, apologetic act of yours must stop. You are not this person."
"But I'm better now, I can be good, I can be kind."

"My child, your heart is black.You will never be like other people. And it's time you started taking some pride in it."

"I don't think you know the risk you are posing to your life, to your soul if you continue to be a goody two shoes."

"Tomorrow, Franco will break up with Raimunda. And then it will just be the two of you."

"It's likely that after this she will sour towards polyamory, maybe towards men entirely. And take you with her. Into a long-term relationship."

"Is THAT what you want?! Committed, loving relationship? Antiquing? Vacationing on Martha's Vineyard? Adopting an exotic child?"

"My god, how could I have been so blind? Really aside from the sex, it's kind of a snoozer, this love stuff."
"Yes, my pet. Come back to us."

"I know just what to do. But first..."

"There's something I want to tell you both. It has been amazing, but I'm moving out."

"Oh Hanna," Rai stutters. "I didn't expect this. What does this mean?"

"Well okay, I've moved out. You've been wonderful to me. I have felt love like I haven't imagined, and unearthed some things within myself that I didn't expect. 

" But I think it's time that I went out on my own. Get to really know myself again. Outside the context of a relationship."

Hiccuping sobs from Rai.
"Oh no, Rai, I'm so sorry if I've--"

"I don't need your damn sympathy."

"Franco, let's go."

"Uh, actually..."

"I'm leaving as well."
Nice timing, asshole, thinks Hanna.
"Do my ears fucking deceive me, Franco?" growls Raimunda.

"I'm in love with LaVita and there's no way she would go for this arrangement. I'm not so sure if it's what I want either. You've always had twice as many dates as me anyway. Makes a man wonder his purpose."

"What a double standard! I do recall this was your idea!"

"Fine. To hell with both of you. I'm Brazilian. I don't have to take this shit."

Raimunda runs out, crying.

Sorry no time to edit! True Blood's about to come on!