"Helena"
Helena needs no one. She knows this.
She may be brash and may lack some amount of charm, but she is what she is. And she is not about to change.
She will change for no one.
As she stares at her empty apartment, her stomach churns because she knows she is alone – truly and utterly alone.
Although her mind believes this is not a dilemma that requires pondering, the twinge of solitude continues to beat at her gut.
Helena recognizes this feeling of pain, recalling sitting at a bloody dining room table and the pain being much more excruciating.