A/N: Angsty… Possibly what some would call OOC for Gwen, but I don't think anyone can stay so collected 24/7, even when they're alone.


29. Unbearable

Gwen shut her door with a bang, glaring around her house. In a brief fit of fury, she grabbed her vase off the table and threw it to the floor, watching it shatter. Lip shaking, the normally quiet dark-skinned woman spoke accusingly to the shattered shards, spilled water, and fallen flowers:

"Stupid, stupid. Why do you care so much? It's pointless! Nothing can come of it, you hear me? Nothing!"

And she collapsed face-first in her bed, sobs shaking her small body, tears that she would never cry in front of another soul dampening her pillow. She let herself break.