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Challenge 613 - Inconsolable
Title: Inconsolable
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Jack, Gwen
Rating: PG
Challenge: 613 - Mend at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
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Notes: Gwen doesn't have any words for Jack. A double drabble.
It was late and Gwen was tired. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and cuddle her boyfriend, but she was still on the clock, even if that wasn't technically true.
She didn't want a drink either, but she picked up the glass at specified intervals and sipped the amber liquid, feeling it burn the back of her throat and settle uncomfortably in her empty stomach. She drank because Jack needed her to, because he needed to drink. She didn't want him to drink alone.
Estelle's body was somewhere floors below them. Dignity and respect, she'd warned Owen when it arrived. That sweet old lady who'd loved Jack was gone, taken away before her time.
Jack was inconsolable. She'd died horribly, scared and alone, and Jack blamed himself. Even after all these years, all the lines on her face and the frailty of old age, he still loved her. He remembered the bubbly twenty year old girl she'd once been, dancing in his arms. How did you mend a broken heart? Gwen didn't know. She'd loved Rhys for as long as she could remember. Without him she'd be nothing.
She had no words for Jack, just her presence.
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