Gwen Stacy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sciencenerd) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
Although Gwen was concerned when she first arrived, Gwen really did enjoy her time in New Creandi. She enjoyed it more when she wasn't de-aged or swapped out for an alternate version. But she did like that she had a chance to meet the people she met. She learned to stand on her own two feet. She learned to love, yet let go. She even had the opportunity to study dragons. Gwen was sad to leave, but she was thankful for the time she had.
Gwen supposed in the end that was all that mattered. Perhaps Helena was right. She couldn't dwell on the time she was losing - or going to lose back home. Gwen had to focus on the days she had with those she loved.
She could see Peter was measuring out some sort of pain killer, and moving to inject it in her. But she didn't draw attention to it. She was thankful he was there to help numb the pain. Because Gwen really was in so much more pain than she was allowing herself to show.
Gwen squeezed their hands one more time and said, "I'm really glad I had the chance to come here and meet you." Her words were quiet and strained. She had to take a few gasps of air between words in order to finish the sentence.
She could feel it. It was time. She knew there was nothing more for her to say. Nothing more for her to do. Gwen had simply run out of time. Her heart started to slow, her breathing became even heavier, until it all finally went silent. And while she kept her gaze fixed on Darcy - wanting to see that face as she left - she knew that it really would be alright in the end. Gwen would be at peace.