Grief. 5 letters. A small but mighty word. It can encompass all that one is feeling.
I am full of it to the breaking point. I'm so filled with grief; I just want to scream and rage at the world.
I have lost four people who are and always will be important to me in to short a time span. That is what has filled me with this overpowering and all consuming grief. But that is the nature of working for Torchwood isn't it, losing your co-workers? Who in all but blood, but in every other way that really matters are your family.
Tosh, the beautiful, brilliant, and brave angel to the very end. The Mistress of Technology.
Owen, the sarcastic, witty, and lovable bastard. The Doctor of Torchwood 3.
Ianto, the sweet, compassionate, amazing, and wonderful Ianto Jones, Teaboy in the beginning, but so much more in the end.
Captain Jack Harkness, there aren't enough words in any language in the universe to describe him. Jack is everything and more to me. Leader, Best Friend, Hero, The man I love with every fiber of my being. I'm too afraid to admit that out loud, let alone to him. Now he's gone, he's not dead like Tosh, Owen, and Ianto. He can't die, but he's gone nonetheless.
They're all gone and I am grieving for them, for my family. Jack will be back one day. I know he will. Until that day comes I'll grieve for him.
