The next day begins.  A day like any other to the world around them.  And yet, for Gabriel and Gwin, it is a day of puzzle pieces and discovery.  A hunt for themselves and their past, their history both separate and together.  Gwin stretches out with his arm around her waist.  She rolls over.  He's still sleeping.  With such emotions as they have gone through, it really is no surprise that he is exhausted.  It is her turn to watch him breath.  She keeps her eyes on the minute movements of his throat as his lungs receive and expel air through it.  She watches the way his lips pout in sleep and she smiles more.  She notes the soft flaring of nostrils periodically.  Gwin looks to his eyes.  They are safely covered from her view, but she can see them anyways.  Those blue eyes were the core of all her dreams, nightmares, drawings and stories.  She knows those eyes better than she knows the sun.  She lifts a hand to risk moving aside a stray strand of his midnight colored hair.  She bends forward and kisses his lips softly and says "I love you, but don't you go breaking my heart...... again."  The words are whispered, barely more than a breath.  The joy almost outweighing the past.<br/><br/>What is it that she remembers?  She is unsure.  There is just this pain.  In her stories, the source of that pain always varied.  He cheated.  He died.  He was stolen.  He just changed.  Never did he no longer love her.  Always it was a permanent pain.  Her memories too distorted to trust.  Her heart too manipulated to guide.  She just knows there was pain.  She is vulnerable to it again, but she might not survivie again.  She holds in her pain and fear in order to love and cherish.  "Good morning Gabe.  She says as he wakes up."