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Hannah’s Point Of View.
I felt an emotional meltdown when Amy’s message invitation to meet her and Victor in Barbados on Planet Nine slid into my DMs. I knew my newest and dearest friend would deliver on her promise, but to this extent and so quickly, I had no idea she could, but I was glad when she did.
Your visit is arranged; Anastasia is coming too, but act dumb on that score, at least to begin with. Don’t be an easy slut, Hannah… lols… cor do, well, maybe.
I sat on the end of my bed, contorting my face excitedly while having heart palpitations, which is not good for a professional athlete, I’ll grant you, but it was a long time since I felt this strongly about anyone.
Being with Victor was nice, but towards the end of our somewhat placid love affair, that really wasn’t at all love-filled; it felt like having sex with my first boyfriend to see if I was a lesbian - a prospect I couldn’t face ever again.
I was relieved when Amy arrived in our lives and took the kindest man I knew, but her presence confirmed to me that I absolutely was a lesbian.
I rather fancied Amy for myself but soon flushed that notion out of my system because her friendship was of a kindness I craved. Messing up a potential lifelong platonic friendship to achieve unrequited love didn’t appeal, so I went cold turkey on Amy for the days I lived in Victor’s second home.