The gun is heavy in her hand. Her clolthes are still wet from running from the Hub to her flat. The letter rests in her lap, written and sealed.
Gwen presss the cold barrel to her temply. She squeezes her eyes shut and thinks of Jack. She pulls the trigger.
Gwen doesn't come into work the next day. Jack dismissed it. She was probably finding someone else to shag
After three days they search for her.
Jack finds her in her bedroom. The blood has long since died, her skin pale. Her beautiufl green eyes stare blankly upwards.
The pale blue envelope rests in her lap, splattered with blood. The gun lies loosely in her hand.
He rushes forwar and cradles her, reading the letter as he goes.
"Gwen," he sobs, tears falling to stain her shirt.
"Gwen, please. I love you, come back. I'm sorry. So sorry."
Over the next couple of days, Ianto and Owen watch the CCTV, just to see her face. They see the whole exchange between her and Jack, and suddenly her motives become clear.
Owen starts to cry, for his Gwen.