Gwen
Gwen sat alone on the beach, decked out in her new black bikini. She lay down on her towel and closed her eyes, soaking in the sun, and putting her sunglasses down over her eyes again.
Mordred.
"Damnit Gwen, stop thinking about him," she murmured to herself.
With Nyx.
Gwen rolled over onto her back.
"I love you."
"No, you don't..." Gwen whispered.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out her memories of Mordred. Because none of it mattered anymore.
She was drowning in a pool of her own despair, but she didn't care.