For 6 weeks, Annabell dealt with the prick of a bitch, Kristen, and, sadly, her three lackies, every day. But it was ok, because she was chatting with her best friend every night at the same time.
Every once in a while she'd accept with red eyes, and every time she'd lie with the fanfic thing, which he'd always respond with stop reading such sad material, and she respond with a no, because they were well written. She never mentioned anything to him about Sam or Kristen or how if he didn't call her every night, she'd probably be dead.
And then, one night, she lost every acting skill.
K&M has asked to video chat
"Hey Ken."
"Hey An… You ok?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
"Fanfic again?"
"Sure."
"Right."
The two of them talked for a while, but every attempt he did to cheer her up, didn't work. She was obviously sad. She just couldn't pretend anymore.
"I've gotta go. You get some sleep, ok Annabell."
"K."
"Night."
"Night."
You Have stopped calling K&M
Annabell felt bad. She obviously worried him, but she was too tired to feel guilty.
"Two more weeks. Two more weeks. Two more weeks." She kept on saying until she fell asleep.