She wanted nothing more than to reach out and repay the kindness Stella had given her, but had no idea where to start. There was a tight knot in her stomach that hadn’t left her since she saw Stella possessed she looked in so much pain, and had talked so uncharacteristically little at the end before going home it set Tabitha on edge. That night, laying in bed, she had looked at her phone several times, even going so far as to open Stella’s contact once. In the end her cousin had managed to talk the ghost out of its plans, saving everyone, something Tabitha would be forever grateful for but would never admit. She wasn’t sure what annoyed her more the fact the ghost had the nerve to take someone so important or that the voice of jealousy had stopped.
When they did eventually come face to face with a ghost and its possession, Tabitha had been absolutely terrified both for herself and Stella. Stella knew this – and yet somehow, never seemed to mind. Her skepticism about there actually being a real ghost had been real she never had believed in the supernatural, even back when she was younger. I should have been with her going after those kids in the mine.’ And while she had told them the reason she agreed to join them on the incursion to the haunted house was to keep an eye on her cousin, in reality she wanted an excuse to do something with Stella again. I should have been with her on that mountain hike.
While Tabitha was truly worried about her cousin’s safety, there was also that smaller, bitter voice in the back of her head that kept saying 'It should have been me with Stella.
Not that it was really working, anyways… Stella simply seemed to refuse to give up – time after time sneaking into the mines, even after being banned. Instead of trying to explain, to get Stella to understand, it was simply easier to make Stella hate her, to drive her away then leave her hanging, waiting for a time they could be together that would simply never come. If she took even a minute out of her time to do something unproductive, she would fail. She kept trying, kept pushing to get Tabitha to take a break and do something fun like they used to, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have time for anything but Stella didn’t understand. Fault.Īnd so she threw herself into her work, convincing herself it didn’t matter what people thought of her, she would do whatever necessary to keep the mine afloat. Without the mine, the businesses would leave, and then the people would leave and Scarlett Hollow would be nothing more than a ghost town and it would be All. She HAD to keep the mine going, had to keep some sort of income, of business flowing through the town to keep it from drying up. EVERYTHING from the biggest, to the smallest detail, fell on her shoulders. If she had any hope at all things would get better after Perlanne died, they were snuffed out now. Tabitha always knew in the back of her mind it couldn’t last, that someday the responsibilities Perlanne had made very sure to drill into her would come to a head yet at the time she had been simply content to bask in the warmth that was Stella.Īnd come to a head it did her days sprinkled with happiness were no longer, buried in responsibilities, expectations, and duties to perform. It didn’t matter how bad it was at the manor since she knew she would see Stella again the next day. Back before Perlanne died, when she still had a little freedom, Stella was the one who made her life less miserable, a bright spot with how dark her life was. It wasn’t as if Tabatha hated Stella – in fact, it was far from it.
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