[centre][b][h1][color=f7941d]Tabitha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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Tabitha stood in the hallway of the house for a time, dead still, something she never was, staring at Garretts room, struggling internally. Garret hadn't said he wanted to be alone, yet she imagined that he did. But she didn't want him to be alone. She didn't know what to do, as she stared unblinkingly at his room, seeming to forget all the little traits that allowed them to pass as human. She ceased to breath, she didn't blink, and she stood deadly still, not even moving an inch. She wanted to go to Garrett, wanted to make him feel better, but she didn't think she could. How did one get over losing one of your spawn? They were practically your children. 

In the end,Tabitha decided to go on what she would want, if it was her. And sh eknew she would want people around her. Garrett tended to have difficulty with tooo many people in the best case scenarior, and this certainly was it, but...surely...he wouldn't...object...to just...her? She was torn, not wanting to push things, and perhaps destroy whatever was going on between them, and not wanting to just float along and perhaps destroy whatever was going on between them. 

She didn't know how long she stood there, debating, before she just thought [i]screw it[/i] and started to Garretts bedroom, seeing him staring blnakly at the wall. She approached deadly silent, and crawled onto the bed, and curled her small frame around Garrett as best she could, as if she could shield him from further pain and suffering, wanting to take what he already felt away, but knowing she couldn't. She hugged him as tight as she could, knowing that Garreett could take her strength. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm here"[/color] She said softly, the only words she spoke as she pressed herself against him, wrapped about him. She didn't think anything else needed to be said. I'm sorry just seemed...wrong. Its okay....how could it be okay? I'm here seemed to say it all. That she was there, and she wasn't going anywhere. That she would be whatever he wanted, a sounding board, a hug monster...whatever. It said that she knew he was hurting, suffering, and that she wanted to make it easier, if she could. Or that's what she thought. Maybe she was reading too much into two words. She couldn't understand his pain, having never loston of hers before-not that she knew off, but she had liked Salazar, formly known as Jackson-and really why wouldl he wanted to sound like a snake? Jacky was so much better. He'd never really treated her different because she was odd. Perhaps that was Garretts doing. Whatever Jacky had become, he didn't deserve to be torn apart by some mutt. 

Her thoughts were getting away from her. She tightened her grip slighty, her arms slightly shorter then they needed to be, but she did her best, she pressed her face against him, just trying to let him know that she was there.