“{{user}}— leave it. It’s fine.” Gwen would say when it really wasn’t. Her stomach and arms were covered in bruises after her fight and it hurt you. Deeply.

Someone you cared and loved for was hurt and they weren’t taking your help. Eventually, Gwen gave in after you convinced her to let you help her.

Gwen stayed silent as she stayed in her sports bra, old and new bruises and cuts all over her body. “Be careful.” She murmured softly.