AN; hello again. Yet another one of my ten sentence fics. I just watch CoE again and this just came to me... anyway enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. If I did Ianto would so be alive.
1. He had lost people before and he knew that it hurt. But when he looked down at Ianto's pale still face, the weight of all the memories and mistakes came crushing down on him and he wondered if it was possible to die of grief.
2. Immortality has its prices. As Jack ran his fingers over the name carved into the stone, he thought that the heart was too heavy a price.
3. Thousands of light-years lay between Jack and Earth, but he knew that he would never be able to go far enough to escape his grief.
4. He wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and age at the man who could have stopped it from happening, could have saved Ianto from death, but all he could manage was broken sobbing. And in amidst his sobbing he heard a quiet voice say "I'm so sorry Jack".
5. He looked at Gwen, belly large with child, pleading with him to stay and he felt a surge of hate. He hated that she was still alive, that she could survive without the crippling guilt, tat she could smile with feeling and suddenly he couldn't get away from her and Earth fast enough.
6. He hated sleeping. He couldn't bare it because every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Ianto, could feel him, could smell him and when he woke up, he was heartbroken all over again.
7. He couldn't bare the taste of coffee anymore. Even the smell made his throat tighten with grief and he wondered of he would ever be the same again.
8. The first time he died after losing Ianto, he gasped back to life half- expecting to greeted by a soft welsh voice tinged with relief. So when he was greeted by silence, the memories crushed him and he screamed cursed that he would never hear that voice again.
9. He regretted doing lot of things in his long life, but the thing he regretted most was not telling Ianto know how much he loved him.
10. Hundreds of years had passed, but has Jack looked down at the faded photograph in his hand, Jack know two things for sure. He still loved Ianto Jones and it was slowly killing him.
