Gwen
Gwen looked over at Mordred, who appeared to be sleeping on the couch. She got up and silently tip toed from the room, still wondering why and how she'd come back.
For as long as she could remember, when she'd been... away... she'd wanted to come home, but now that she was back, she felt wrong and out of place. And being away from Heaven was hurting her more than she'd ever imagined. She'd become too used to not feeling pain, to feeling completely at ease all the time, and now she was back in the cold stark world, where no one cared, and no one stopped to help.
She went outside and perched herself on a deckchair by the pool, and massaged her temples.
Everything felt different, it looked different, it even smelt different.
Gwen looked at her reflection in the pool, and trailed her fingers through the water.
Maybe it wasn't everything around her... maybe it was her that was different. She couldn't remember how to laugh, couldn't remember happiness. All she felt now was alone. And no matter how much Mordred said he was there for her... she couldn't understand it. ANd as she looked up at the stars, tears fell from her eyes.