[ti]6[/ti]'./I want to spend my lifetime loving you/.'

EVEN IF THAT IS ALL I EVER DO

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this is a roleplay between broken and myself. please refrain from posting. the plot is known to us. our original characters are our own, so do not steal them. there will be gore, smut language, and other things present in this. you have been warned

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Annith Duval

annie is your average eighteen-year-old. she enjoys long walks in the forest and riding with her horse. she lives with her family on the ranch they own. she is responsible for taking care of three horses, some cows, and a couple of chickens. but all the while, she feels there is so much more she could be doing with her life. she enjoys plants, gardening, and hopes that one day she will be able to own her a herbal remedy store. she is sarcastic, kind, gentle, and reserved when it comes to some aspects of her life. she enjoys music and enjoys playing the piano.

 

Aspiring artist. 18 years old . (I'll make this nicer in a sec)

Annith Duval
"Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door. " 
- Emily Dickinson
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[/i][/b] Annie smirked. 

"Then you better be getting to it, little hawk. Or you risk being late."

Annie chuckled, before draining the warm liquid from the cup. Turning from the man, she headed back inside and to her room on the left side of the home. She stripped away her sweaty and foul odored clothes, for a pair of nice jeans and a flannel. Grabbing the black tangled mess of hair on her head, Annie undid the ponytail and twisted it into a bun. To finish things off, she pulled on her pair of dark brown boots, before she rushed out the door. 

"Do you need help getting back inside?" Annie inquired to Henry who still sat in his rocking chair, the wheelchair of his nowhere to be seen. 

"No," he shook his head gently. "Cady will help. But thank you."

Smiling softly, Annie nodded and pecked a soft kiss upon the elder's cheek before she flew across the yard and over to the gravel road where her Ford Bronco was parked. She climbed in and started it up, before driving away. Annie couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving him there. Henry hasn't been able to walk for years and has always sat out on that porch to watch her leave for school, but she could never get used to the sad sight. To see that man wanting to stand from that chair, to walk across the big open fields he owns. The amount of sunken sadness in his eyes when he watches her ride, knowing he would never be able to ride with her. It always tugged at her heart. But what was worse, was leaving him alone to sit there and watch her go. He had Cady, the house keep, but she knew that wasn't the same. Henry needed the comfort of his horses and the feeling of nature between his toes. He would never get that, not again.

Shaking away those thoughts, Annie turned off onto the main road. Another twenty minutes, and she would be greeted with the urban and city life, where she attended her school. One more year, that is all she needed. One more year and then she was free to move on from this place. She would be free to do what she would like. Leaning over, she pressed a couple buttons on the dash, before cranking up the volume to her radio. A soft piano blared from her speaker, causing the corners of her lips to raise. Drumming her fingers to each pluck of a key, Annie listened to Chopin all the way to the school. 

After the long commute and the even longer journey to find a parking space, Annie finally made it to the school. Grabbing her North Face backpack from the back, and her old leatherbound journal from one of the seats, she advanced on into the chaos of Highschool. Kids bustled and ran past her. She even found herself dodging out of the way of a very rude skateboarding girl who flicked her cigarette towards her. Giving a quick glare of disgust, Annie continued into the building. Her first class for the day was the easiest to find. It was a straight shot to the back of the building, and a quick right. There, was a long hallway with classrooms stacked next to each other in a neat pattern. Entering the first one on her left, she smiled as she was greeted by a familiar face. 

"Hey Jo," she grinned at the brunette before taking her seat near her friend. "How was the weekend?"

As she listened intently to her friend's tale of her weekend, she watched as another familiar face entered the room. He was thin and tall, with a mop of blonde hair that swept across his face. The kid was quick to find a seat, darting to the closest empty one before folding himself into it. 

"Good morning, Steve," Annie smiled at him before turning back to Jordyn. 

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