Warmth flowed thought my limp body; the cold darkness of death being drawn out as I drew my first breath in days. I wiggled my toes as a tingling feeling rippled through my body. Movement of my toes didn't help. I would just have to wait until the tingling stopped- and I did. Soft, gentle lips pressed against mine-Welsh, but not those of the Welshman I've grown to long for- to love- so much. Those lips, that kiss, both filled with want and need of something that could never be. Gwen. How can she have s life outside of Torchwood. How can she have a loving, loyal, husband- who she cheated on- while everyone else suffers? How is that fair? The heat pulled away and I felt lonely once again; lost in darkness, without hope; without Ianto. He was the man who cares, who loves- someone who wouldn't let me down; and I love him.
