Gwen sat quietly next to the spring. The woods were quiet save the bubbling of the water. Normally it was a place and a quiet she adored. A moment of silence in the chaos that was often her life. Right now, however, a part of her loved it and a part of her hated it. The quiet let the grief in, and for however much she knew she needed to allow that feeling it’s space within her heart, it was hard when it was so sharp. Like daggers tearing her to pieces, or mons...
