Gareth
I stretch out on the bed, a smile on my face as I search for Gwyn, but the bed next to me is cold. For a moment I wonder if last night really happened, but I can still smell her strawberry scent everywhere. There is no way I could've dreamt up last night. I might have a very vivid imagination, but not even I am that good. No, last night happened, Gwyn is simply not in bed and hasn't been for a while. I quickly sit up and look around me to see that I am still in her room, but yesterday, I didn't really take the time to look around, but now in the dim light of the morning light shining through the bedroom window, I realize that her bedroom is void of anything personal. Aside from the bed with its cream-colored bedding, the beige curtains and the bedside tables, there is nothing else.
