A/N: This was written as Gwen's reaction to the deaths of Owen, Tosh and Ianto. Jack keeps himself bottled up and tortured, but with Gwen it's different. Very short but I felt I'd ruin it if it was longer.
The rain drizzled relentlessly as a dark haired woman sat in her car, one of many people in the unmoving spread of cars along the endless grey motorway. This woman was crying. She was truly sobbing. It was almost possible to hear her heart cracking through her cries, her eyes squint through the onslaught of tears. If there was a sound for agony, this would be it.
It was a bad day.