Alison caught Kitty staring wistfully over at Thomas across the room, she smiled as she asked gently, "Kitty...do you like Thomas?"
"Yes! I like everyone here."
"Of course you do,but what I mean is, do you LIKE, like Thomas?" Alison widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows in synchronisation for effect as she teased Kitty.
"Oh, that...it's just..."
Kitty's smile faded suddenly, Alison frowned, this wasn't how she envisioned this conversation.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it," Alison hurriedly assured her, "I don't mean to pry, I just thought I could maybe set you up on a date with him or something...if you were interested."
"Oh. Well thank you but that's ok...I'm not in love with Thomas."
"Oh."
"It's just...he reminds me of someone I used to know."
"When you were alive?"
Kitty dropped her gaze to her lap and wrung her hands as she nodded. Alison frowned,feeling a wave of sympathy for Kitty, she had never really asked Kitty about her life, or death. She always seemed so happy and bubbly, Alison didn't consider anything bad could have happened to Kitty in her short life.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Alison asked gently.
Kitty raised her head to meet Alison's gaze once again, there was a ghost of a smile on her face as she was lost to her memories.
"His name was Richard..."
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A Lark In The Bushel
FanfictionMy interpretation of Kitty's backstory, with not much in canon to go on other than her bubbly personality, no visible marks and the horse featured in the title sequence in the bedroom she's shown in. This is a work of fanfiction and I don't claim ow...
