The Idea Of You
The heaviness was becoming unbearable, and he needed to lighten the load.
"Wendy," Annie answered instantly. She had spent so many hours picturing and imagining what her name would be. Thinking about that one question, that she no longer needed to think about the answer.
"You don't look like a Wendy." Alexander chuckled. Annie nodded, that after all, had been why she chose the name. She didn't want to suit her name, she didn't want to be perfect. She didn't want to give off that perfect persona. Wendy. Wendy fit her requirements. Wendy was an odd one, yet Annie loved her, she loved the life Annie lived within her head.