Challenge 665 - Guilty as charged
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m_findlowTitle: Guilty as charged
Character: Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 665 - Hollow at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Gwen feels an empty guilt inside her. A double drabble.
Gwen's hands were shaking as she carried the two pizza boxes into the hub. She couldn't wait to get inside and to have some company. She'd talk to anyone right now, it didn't matter who. Even Tosh or Ianto if Jack wasn't here. She was sure they'd tell her she hadn't screwed up, even if she hadn't quite convinced herself of that fact. She could scarcely believe she'd left Rhys lying on their sofa, drugged out of his mind and just a few hours from forgetting she'd ever told him about the affair.
She felt so hollow inside, like her soul had somehow escaped when she wasn't looking. It wasn't like her. She loved Rhys. This thing with Owen had been… just a thing. It didn't mean anything. That's what her friends would tell her. They wouldn't frown at her and call her a bad person. She wasn't beyond redemption and Owen had to share in the blame. If anyone was vacuous it should be him. He'd known she had someone else. He could have said no and turned her away but he hadn't. Everyone knew Owen was a player. She just needed to hear someone… anyone else say it.
Character: Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 665 - Hollow at
tw100Summary: Gwen feels an empty guilt inside her. A double drabble.
Gwen's hands were shaking as she carried the two pizza boxes into the hub. She couldn't wait to get inside and to have some company. She'd talk to anyone right now, it didn't matter who. Even Tosh or Ianto if Jack wasn't here. She was sure they'd tell her she hadn't screwed up, even if she hadn't quite convinced herself of that fact. She could scarcely believe she'd left Rhys lying on their sofa, drugged out of his mind and just a few hours from forgetting she'd ever told him about the affair.
She felt so hollow inside, like her soul had somehow escaped when she wasn't looking. It wasn't like her. She loved Rhys. This thing with Owen had been… just a thing. It didn't mean anything. That's what her friends would tell her. They wouldn't frown at her and call her a bad person. She wasn't beyond redemption and Owen had to share in the blame. If anyone was vacuous it should be him. He'd known she had someone else. He could have said no and turned her away but he hadn't. Everyone knew Owen was a player. She just needed to hear someone… anyone else say it.
