#hansil

[azreths-arts]

[crystalliine--heartss]

Hansil is wearing pants!! I can't deal with the changes he's making for her 😭😭😭😭

[britishsass]

Heartless [Hansil]

Silvia sat down in her chair in the classroom, staring at the back of Hannah's head. Her heart pounded slightly, but she didn't say a word. Hannah was talking in that naturally loud voice of hers, saying something about Harry Potter. One of her friends-Grelle, wasn't that her nickname?-cracked a joke. Hannah laughed. She almost sounded like a dying donkey. Silvia laughed slightly, remembering when that perfect girl would laugh at her jokes, and all she wanted was to be that close again. Hannah turned around, casting her blue eyes right at Silvia. She smiled slightly. Silvia looked away first, unable to meet Hannah's gaze again. She remembered the nights when she would stay up, talking for hours with Hannah, just laughing at nothing and making jokes about autocorrect screwing up her life. Silvia rested her head in her hand, and let herself get lost in the past, one thought echoing through her mind, the words she wanted to say to Hannah. /How could you be so heartless?/ The first time Silvia had asked Hannah to marry her, Hannah had only smiled and nodded. It was a joke, of course, seeing as they were only kids, but it still meant that they were in a close relationship compared to others. Hannah had always been writing those sad stories of hers, laughing about how Silvia told her they were as beautiful as she was. But since she had been hanging around those other people, she had slowly begun to drift away. She had started talking to Silvia less and less. Eventually, she hardly seemed like the girl that Silvia knew anymore. That was where they ended up. That was the now. And although Silvia had other friends, she missed Hannah most of all. She was snapped out of her daydreaming by Hannah's voice saying an answer, and Silvia frantically attempted to scribble down all of the notes on the board before relaxing into a position to watch Hannah. She still had on that old trench coat, the one that she had gone out trick or treating in as the Doctor just this last Halloween. Silvia had gone with her, dressed as Rose Tyler. She smiled slightly as the memory of Hannah's terrible British accent impression saying "Hi, I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose." Then she remembered something-That would never happen again. She stared at Hannah's hair once again, then looked away before she could turn to see Silvia staring. She must've done something to make it better than usual, there was no way her hair was naturally that perfect. Silvia shifted in her chair, adjusting so the head-in-hand position was more comfortable to sit in and daydream while she watched that heartless girl. Silvia remembered being in her bed, just talking to Hannah for hours on end. She remembered the moment when Hannah told her that they were breaking up. Three A.M., over the phone, without much buildup at all. They had broken down into yelling at each other, unable to stand how sudden that had been. And in the end, Silvia had been the one to hang up and slam the phone down. Hannah's friends had been casting her looks for a full week beforehand, and she suspected they had something to do with it. "I don't even know what you see in her." a voice had said, she wasn't sure who had been the one to say it. But Silvia still knew one thing: they had been perfect together, and Hannah wasn't going to find anyone better for a long time. The bell finally rang, and Silvia stood as soon as everyone else had left. Her footsteps stopped the second she heard that voice, the one in her dreams, not Cecil Baldwin's, but Hannah's. She was yelling, gesturing with her hand at the classroom. "You guys have nothing to say about how I feel about h-" She froze when she saw Silvia. Silvia turned away, clutching her books close as she ran away from the place Hannah stood. She could feel those eyes on her, watching her as she fled from that feeling of being the forgotten one. She cast a gaze back at Hannah, and noticed that look-Sad. Silvia stiffened her gaze the best she could, keeping as cold as Hannah had been treating her. The girls next to Hannah glared at Silvia, but Hannah didn't. The girl who broke her heart. Heartless as always, not even bothering to cast a glare to tell her the truth of her feelings. That night, when Silvia was about to get ready for bed, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the name. Hannah. She tapped through to the message, but didn't even bother to reply. If she was going to stay with those friends, then they wouldn't work. Hannah's friends didn't understand. They didn't know what they had been through, or who they had grown to be together. She sighed, leaving the message for another night. But still, the memory of Hannah's voice, yelling at her friends after-What was it, a month after their breakup?-that they didn't understand. Silvia's breath stopped for a second when she realized that maybe, just maybe, Hannah might be wanting to get her back. But if she did, then why should Silvia go back? Her heart had been broken by how Hannah cared too much about her friends and her image to others. Hannah had broken it off just because how her friends had told her to. What was to say she wasn't going to do that again? Silvia continued her routine, ignoring the phone that had now stopped buzzing and begun to ring. If Hannah was going to break her heart again, Silvia wasn't going to let her. But what if she had changed, what if she was calling to apologize...? Silvia finally reached down and picked up the phone, answering it. A brief pause in noise, then a voice reached her ears. Hannah's voice. "I'm calling for personal reasons."

This drabble brought to you by the Fray song Heartless. Also, Hansil angst. Because why the heck not. @ventela1 and @slytherindeathscythe are the two who I know want this.