I have written a sad fanfiction about the newest Barbie movie because I just felt like it. It's not about the protagonists, but I hope you'll like it anyway.
She kept pretending to be asleep until she heard him sleeping soundly by her side, his arm around her naked waist and his 'extra-dark' sunglasses still on his head. Surely the concert he had done that evening had been exhausting...
Anne sighed once, twice, before blinking her eyes and starting to disentangle herself from the man at her side, doing her best not to wake him up even if she perfectly knew that once he was asleep, he was like Sleeping Beauty: nothing would've woken him up except for a kiss.
Her messy red hair almost covered her eyes when she finally was able to sit on the bed, her bra threatening to fall off and her head almost spinning for all the thoughts inside it.
She grabbed her yellow and green dress and she slowly put it on, and kept on grabbing accessories until she was once again completely dressed. She looked around, sighing again several times.
The moonlight filtered by the curtains let her see the bright colors of the paintings and the furniture in the room. All his favorite guitars were either hanging on the wall or had been carefully put on the ground by his hands.
No matter how many times she'd hear Finn saying he would've never left her on her own, she knew that a girlfriend following him everywhere would've been only an obstacle to his bright and flashy future as a rockstar. He would've admitted it to himself one day, and she had promised herself that before it could happen, their lives would've been already separated.
She was going to leave that night, for good. She had parked her car right in front of his house because she had been planning that for days. The lovesick heartbeat was still there, inside her chest, she was quite afraid that it would've never ceased until her last breath; but she had to move on if she really wanted what was the best option for both of them.
So she grabbed her golden purse and walked towards the door, already searching inside it for the car keys.
"Annie?", a voice behind her mumbled. She didn't even turn back, she just started running down the stairs, in the living room, to the front door, knowing too well that he was chasing her, confused and half-asleep.
"Annie, what are you doing?", he screamed when she jumped in her car. She let herself give him one last glance.
There he was, only wearing his animal print trousers, holding the front door open for unknown reasons (maybe he was waiting for her to change her mind and run into his arms again?), his mouth open, his eyes widened.
She couldn't find the right words in that moment. She had found herself almost speechless whenever she was with him, but now her mind was completely blank. It was a warm summer night, and she knew how terribly drastic her decision was. But she didn't care, because they were too different to belong together.
"Annie, come back inside, tell me what's wrong!", he pleaded, still holding the door open, the hand that wasn't busy trying to reach for her.
"Rock and Royalty don't mix, Finn", Anne said, turning on her car.
She drove away from that big, expensive house in which he lived. He had promised it would've been her home too one day, but she had to be realistic: they were young, full of love. How long was that going to last? Certaintly not forever.
She couldn't go back, for both of them, it was too late to cry.
She waited until she reached the garden of her sister's Royal Palace in Narcissia before stopping the car. There, as the sun started rising in the beautiful kingdom, she did cry.