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Tweak says, "Fly me to the moon."

Anastasia Whitby (ana_whitby) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-08-28 16:28:00

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anastasia whitby, dante macmillan

Who; Dante and Ana
What; She runs away to his house
When; The 28th
Where; Dante's house
Why; Cuz her parents are fighting again

Ana sat on the floor in her room. Her back was propped against the door and she tried so very hard to ignore the commotion in the other room. Her parents had been snapping at each other for days. Dad accusing Mom of this and vise versa. He was packing his bags at that very moment. It was so hard to handle. Ana would have thought she would have been used to it by now, but no. She had gotten her hopes up...again. Anger boiled over inside of her. She took out a pen, dipped it in ink and wrote the words, "I can't stand your fighting and I'm leaving. Don't worry. I'll come back when I can stand looking at you all again. Such great examples you are."

She brung a backpack with the essentials, not knowing exactly where she was going. As she faced the fire place with ashes in her hand, she clearly pronounced the address to Dante's house. Then she appeared on the sidewalk, looking up at his beautiful house. Nervously, she walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, holding the tears back from her eyes.

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ana_whitby
2008-09-02 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Ana wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she apologized. Her voice was muffled as she laid her cheek to his chest. "No more crying, I promise." She had reached her breaking point and now she had to be strong again. The sight of her dad packing his suitcase contrasted with the sight of the family photo they had taken on the beach...the one where she stuck her tongue out at the camera flashed in her head.

Her brown eyes grew wide when she heard a woman's voice. She held in her breath and swallowed down the lunp in her throat. "Oh my gosh," she whipsered, coming back to reality. What a sight she must have been, standing in jeans and an old t-shirt with her hair in a sloppy bun...standing in their doorway late at night without notice. She looked up at Dante and then back at his mother. The resemblance was obvious.

Tucking a strand of dark blonde hair behind her ear, she stepped forward to shake her hand. "I'm so sorry Mrs. McMillan...I know it's late and I should have warned you first..." her voice was stuffy from crying. "I just...I just needed to escape....I'm...sorry," she stuttered nervously.

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ravenousdante
2008-09-03 01:19 pm UTC (link)

"You don't need to apologize." He whispered, hugging her close. "And you can cry all you want. It's better to let it all out." He pressed another kiss on her hair and rested his chin on top of her head ligtly holding her close to him; until his mother came.

Anatasiya smiled kindly at Ana and shook her head, "It's alright, darling." She said as she shook her hand. "Is everything alright? Do your parents know that your here?" Of coure she needed to ask that, Dante thought. He knew his mother wanted to make sure her parents weren't worried about her.

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ana_whitby
2008-09-03 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Ana wanted nothing more than to hold him close and kiss him until her lungs burned for air, but now was not the time. Ana looked into his mother's beautiful face. "Oh...they don't know exactly where I'm at...but I did leave a note saying that I would be somewhere safe. I think my mother will be to involved in her own tragedy to worry too much," she said a little too bitterly. Apologetically, the ends of her mouth curved upward in a smile. "It is good to meet the people who helped raise such a great guy," she softly said, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her eyes wondered around the room, taking in all of the scenery. "Your house it beautiful," she commented, her eyes full of wonder. His house was also ginormous.

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