The flat in Cardiff ( Read more... )

Tonight was a good night ( Read more... )

It was a rainy, nasty night. Cold and wet as Gwen walked through the throng of police officers, peering over people's shoulders to get a look at the body in the alley, illuminated in the rain by lamps. A police officer walked by with coffee in a cardboard holder. She snagged one with a smile, "Aw, thank you ( Read more... )

She'd been shot two days ago. By some kid in some stupid country village.

Two days and she hadn't told Rhys, not really. She knew he'd probably seen, how could he have not? And she'd been distant...and sometimes when she showered it just hurt. A lot.

She'd been watching telly with Rhys when she couldn't get him out of her head...and she needed ( Read more... )

Her life is normal.

She gets up every morning, with a cup of coffee that Rhys has prepared (he's the househusband and neither of them admit it, but he is home more than she is and she likes it that way). They drink it in bed and giggle and watch the news and it's a quick kiss on the lips before she's in the shower, humming some song on the radio ( Read more... )