❛in which they differ yet seem so similar❜ Gwendolyn Cross saw herself as weak. During the day, she was a shell of the person she used to be, could be, and was. She cowered away from closed fists and greeted violence as if it loved her, hating herself more every second she shrunk in fear. Yet sometimes, she saw herself as strong. During the night, her mind and eyes opened once more. She felt every emotion so strongly; happiness, insight, laughter. She was able to feel the seed inside of her bud once more in the light of Jasper Hale. They differed, yet seemed so similar.