[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Tabitha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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Tabitha squirmed as she realised that she was, potentially, on the verge of a break down, the work she had done drawing perhaps not evaporting her emotional turmoil, just pushing it down, covering it with the calming effects art had over her. And she was potentially going to explode over a perfectly nice stranger. She looked down, clasping her hands together trying to keep herself together. She hadn't meant to say what she had, and now...Kieran was probably going to just run away from her. Most people did once they found out how weird she could be. She rocked slightly, and then stiffened when he moved close to her, putting his arm over her, shifting to stare at him. 

Was...was he quoting shakespear? bemused, Tabitha let herself listen to his voice, just focusing on that so that she could...calm herself. It didn't seem wise to blow up aat the park anyway. What type of person did she want to be? Tabitha frowned at that. What type of person did she want to be? Kind...caring...happy...free. She pondered that for a moment, trying to take that thought in, to turn it around herself. Tabitha wanted...to be understand. That was what she wanted. Her father tried, but...he couldn't see just how...she truly was. She knew he worried about her, knew he just wanted to make sure she would be okay, when he wasn't able to do so himself. Tabitha knew she could be...like the energiser bunny super powered. she giggled at that thought, before trying to turn her mind back to what Kieran was saying. 

[color=coral]"But...what if....I'm more then one type of person?"[/color] She asked softly, uncertainly. She sighed softly, trying to figure it all out, but...it was like trying to grasp water with a net. It always slipped away. She fell silent as Kieran admitted he was in a similar situation, and she blinked, wondering how so many people...were in the same boat. Who even knew arranged Marriages still existed? She hadn't. She had thought that they went out of style years and years ago. Maybe the saying was right. Everything comes back in style eventually. Eew. She hoped things like slavery and oppression would never come back in style. As her thoughts went to wonder about that topic, she turned her attention back to Kieran. 

She thought on his last words, rolling them around in her head, she said softly, almost fearfully [color=coral]"But...you said someone to share things with, but what if...what if that someone doesn't want to share those ideas? Doesn't want to understand, or even try? What if they loath you, because of who you are? What if...they hurt you?"[/color] She knew her father would never choose someone that would do that, but what if he didn't have a choice? what if...what if it destroyed her? She didn't want that. [color=coral]"Marriage isn't meant to be a....prison. It isn't meant to be...something that you dread. Its meant to be...showing how much you care about someone. How...you want to spend the rest of your life with them, and want to try...its meant to be a partnership. Thats what its meant to be. That...there will be hardships, but that there will also be amazing things...I just...I want someone who can understand that I'm not like everyone else, that I am weird...and...I don't know"[/color] She trailed off with a sigh, glacing away.