Favorite Characters → Gwen Cooper (Torchwood)
When I was about five or six, my Dad came home from work early and I knew there was something wrong. I could hear voices from the kitchen. So I looked through the door and I could see him crying. It turns out money had gone missing from work and he’d got the blame. So I went to get all my pocket money and I put it in his hand. It must’ve been $2.50. And he looked at me and he said, “It’s not about the money.” He said “I can’t stand anyone thinking I’m not an honest man.” I will always remember that. Always. ‘Cause that was the first time in my life that anyone had spoken to me like an adult. And then we went in the back garden and we played until dark. So that’s my Dad, Geraint Wyn Cooper, the nicest man in the world. And today’s the day that I kill him.
"I felt I’d lived my whole wretched life just to prepare me for that moment."
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America.
It was beautiful, of course; I couldn’t deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the trees.
I’m drawn to things I don’t understand.