[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Tabitha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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Tabitha shifted again, so she was sitting cross legged, watching him, a small smile on her face as he 
laid back, appearing at ease. She mentally tried to capture the pose, to sketch later. She leaned forward slightly, trying to see more details without making it obvious that she was, and making sure he wasn't going to open his eyes on her. She leaned back, shifting again, pulling her knees up to her chest and lowering her head onto them, watching him still, her eyes bright. 

[color=coral]"We all have our different strengths. If I tried to write something it would be really really short"[/color] Tabitha said encouragingly. She fell silent as he asked about stuff going down, and sighed, looking away, to her sketch pad, and then back to him. She gathered her thoughts together, and debated about telling him, but what did it really matter? He was a stranger and no one would know it was her, even if it did end up in a book. And she wanted to keep talking. She was enjoying herself. 

She started off slowly, softly. [color=coral]"I...I got into a fight with my father, about something"[/color] She said, [color=coral]"He wants me to do something, cause he's worried about me, but....I don't want to do it...I don't want to....But...I have to"[/color] she said, her voice getting worked up, [color=coral]"He didn't even ask me if I wanted to get married!"[/color] and then she realised her mistake, and her hands went up to cover her mouth, and she glanced away, rocking slightly. 

There was a lot of pent up emotion within her, twisting her about and Tabitha wa sbarely able to hold back a sob.