for fandom_muses... What would you have for your last meal?

{{OOC: And with my first prompt response in ages... I am officially back!}}

For a while after Suzie died (the second time), Gwen Cooper considered every meal to be her last.

It wasn’t so much a sudden morbid fascination with death, although at times she argued with herself that it could be as such. More than that, though, it was a timid admission to the frailty of her existence, and how easily such a thing could be snatched away.

In the morning, she snatched a piece of toast and spread butter on it, and she took a moment to listen to the gentle scrape of the knife against the bread. They had run out of jam, again. There was a jar of marmalade shoved towards the back of the second shelf in the refrigerator, and when she picked it up, her fingers stuck to the sticky corner of the jar and she gazed into it, wrinkling her nose and eventually tossing it into the bin. If this was going to be her last piece of toast, after all, she wasn’t going to spoil it with dodgy marmalade.

( Even in the morning rush, Gwen found now that she chewed more slowly, enjoying the feel of the scratchy toast against the walls of her throat, the warm, melted butter against her tongue. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: What would you have for your last meal?
Verse: Open/Canon
Word Count: 599