Gwen
Gwen opened her eyes, feeling like she was hung over, but knowing that wasn't the case. She sat up and glanced at the clock.
11am.
She got up and noticed Billy and Dom were gone, then disregarded it and rubbed her eyes. She scribbled a note down to Billy and then slipped out of the house, walking slowly barefoot back to her hotel, fighting back the tears that kept threatening to resurface.
She'd wanted this, a final break off from Mordred, because it was for the best. But she never imagined that it would be this hard to go on without him.
She reached her hotel and went up to her room, ignoring the shocked stares of everyone who passed her in the halls. She went into her room and closed the door, pulling her clothes off and getting in the shower.
Gwen came out of the shower feeling a little more refreshed, but still feeling the depression washing over her in waves. She put her robe on and wound it round her body, then lay down on the bed and started to cry again.