⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ੈ✩ 𝖠𝖭𝖭𝗘

/ this is SCARY.

/ oh i'm moving her to a fresh account. this one is too big.

*𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐜͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐬͟𝐞͟𝐝. any interactions within this verse will be flashbacks, or written letters that anne left before her passing. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

as much as anne wanted to hold off from turning around just yet, her frame whipped around to face confrontation head on. as always. she couldn't help herself. “yer job. blame it on anythin' but yer lack of communication, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦?”

well, if he's not moving, she's pushing through. ducking beneath his arm and sliding into the home. “let me think. maybe fuckin' off again n' sayin' jack shit 'bout where yer goin'.”

the only thing i'm offerin' is the shot gun just inside. 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, dean.

reckon you got a point. least let me get through. or did you expect a welcome home kiss for knockin' back on my door?

just gonna stand there in my doorway and look pretty?

⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾.

⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 ╱ 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾.

obsessed much?

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. ╱ orginal character. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛 in 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. more info will come.