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Annabeth Fawn
Everything had gone quiet, the lonely kind, since Annabeth separated herself from Joss. She used to like the quiet, it gave her a sense of peace and control. Now, it only made the voices in her head louder, clearer and more antagonizing. With each passing day it was harder to pretend to be fine, that she was perfectly okay and not at all lonely when she was practically suffocating. Betsey felt the very real pain of isolation once again, this time it being her own fault, along with heartbreak.
Annabeth worked through it by distracting herself in anyway possible. She focused on schoolwork, working at her family's bakery and running. Unfortunately, running had been cut out of her distraction plan when she collapsed from overworking herself and not eating enough. Her mother had been furious, in fact, she had been angry with her throughout the entire month. The older woman had been so when her parents announced they'd be staying for Christmas and the New Years.
That meant that Annabeth would have to straighten herself out for her old and wealthy grandparents who already looked down upon her. Her mother was determined to make her at least presentable for when they arrived. And every time Betsey screwed up even the slightest, there was more than just cutting words that followed after. Collapsing had put a dent in Joan's plan, the doctor had instructed rest and a proper diet.
So, there Betsey was, laying in bed, watching as her kitten kneaded her bare thighs as Florence + The Machine played in the background. Downstairs, certain rooms were being renovated - it was another part of her mother's preparations - but the distant noise was drowned out in her room by the music that played. What did catch her ears attention was the sound of her ringing phone. Betsey assumed it to be Lana, her best friend did say she and her family were coming back to spend Winter break with family in Casselbrook.
It was not Lana though. Her eyes widened when Betsey read the caller ID. "Joss?" She mumbled, holding the ringing phone closely and jolting up from her spot. Annabeth, placed her feet against the floor, stood up, and began pacing the floor. It had been so long since Betsey had spoken to him, the wounds she had sustained were still open from their last conversation, but hell did she miss him. "Should I pick up?" She whispered to the kitten, hoping the animal would solve her problem for her. Minka only mewed, oh right, she was deaf.
Annabeth sighed deeply and pulled on her long pink cardigan over herself before heading out onto her balcony and answering the call. Swallowing hard, Betsey placed the phone against her ear and lowered herself onto the cushioned seat. "H-hello? Joss?"
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