tabitha story draft

"There she is again, with a new guy as expected."

"How long did she last with her previous guy?"

"Hell if I know, less than two months I guess."

"She's pretty, yeah, but she changes guys so often."

"I still wouldnt mind getting a chance to date her,

have you seen that ass?"

"Idiot, have you seen how depressed the guys she

dumped look?"

"Yeah, but I wont get attached."

They then laugh, hitting each other like kids. It was

annoying. They were talking about this girl in school,

Tabitha. She's really cute and pretty, and true, she

does change boyfriends often, but that doesnt give

them the right to treat her like this.

I would have picked a fight with the a-holes, but

Grace stopped me. "Leave them be."

Grace is my long time neighbor and friend, she knows I

can get very hot-headed at times, and would pick a

fight with almost everyone who wrongs someone. She

would often say smomething like: "Your heart is

golden, but too bad your face isnt. Youre not that

handsome, and getting your face beaten to a pulp

doesnt exactly help that."

But this time, she said something different, "Dont get

involved with her, I have a bad vibe from her." I

started to object, but she just raised her voice to

silence me, "I know you want to be a hero, but look

at her, she's no damsel in distress and even if she

were, she has a surplus of dim knights to rescue her."

She had a point as always, but I couldnt stop myself

from thinking about her. Many have noticed how any of

her boyfriends would be happy at first, but slowly,

theyd get sadder and sadder, then as a final blow,

Tabitha breaks up with them. Not much noticed though,

that throughout the whole process Tabitha is happy,

except maybe for the short time she is left without a

boyfriend.

Grace and I just watched Tabitha and her new boyfriend

look happy, until we got sick of watching and moved on

to a different topic.

A few weeks later, while on my way home, I managed to

spot Tabitha all alone sitting on the sidewalk feeding

a cat. She looked wistful and oblivious to the world

around her, focusing only on the stray feline. If my

theory was correct, it meant she was probably single

again.

Against Grace's advice, I approached her and said hi.

She gave me a strange look, sighed, then smiled at me.

It was a cold smile, because although her lips were

smiling, her eyes were sad and distant.