A/N: Okay, I don't own Torchwood. I am not Russell T Davies. I am only borrowing Jack and the team.
Maybe one day.
I ran. I ran towards the cog door. I ran away from everyone. I just couldn't stand it this time. Too many times had I been backstabbed by Owen. Now it had to be Gwen who did something to me. It's like I only have one friend in Torchwood. Ah that's right I forgot. You don't have friends in Torchwood. I walked into the busy snowed city of Cardiff, and walked along the icy bay. Although the puddles where iced over with snow, I was still amazed the water going off to the horizon wasn't frozen form the cold.
I smiled. I remember when I was in school, when it snowed me and my friends would have snowball fights in school, and the teachers would have a go at us. I laughed quietly to myself as I remember the beautiful memory. I stared out into the horizon once again and watched the sunset as it gave of an orange glow, which somehow made the world feel like a safe place. I could see Tosh staring at me from a distance. She started to walk over, and I smiled, for her sake, to tell her I was okay without physically using words. I looked towards her; she was now only a foot away. I could feel her caring gaze on me.
She grabbed my wrist and started pulling back to the black hole I like to call the hub. I tried to stop her, and then I just looked away. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I knew I couldn't hide it forever. The thin fingers on my wrist released its grip, and womanly sigh followed it. All I could hear was the click of her heels as she walked towards the tourist office. That's when I started to run again.
I ran. Ran as far as my feet could take me. Running across the white blanket of Cardiff. I was panting, but I needed to get away from him. Somehow my feet took me to my apartment. My eyes were full of tears. I put my freezing cold hands into my pocket and drew out a pair of keys. I put the key in the door, and with a click I walked inside. I didn't bother taking off my shoes I just walked along the long quiet corridor and chucked myself upon my bed. There I cried myself to sleep.
Maybe one day he will see what he means to me. I just hope I live to see the day.
A/N: there was no plot, and I'm surprised I wrote something this depressing.