Author's note: This is my first ever published story. I was writing this, after I watched the death scene of Ianto.. again. It always breaks my heart. This is actually meant as an oneshot, but it could be a CoE-Fix it too. English is NOT my native language, so please be kind. :P If you see any mistakes etc, review, and I, of course, will correct them! I own nothing but the plot, sadly. I'd really like to own Torchwood though.. ;D

He was standing on a rooftop, looking down on the city. It was quiet. Peaceful.

No cars were driving on the streets, and no people were walking around. He took a deep breath of the cold night air. The man gazed up at the sky and saw so many stars blinking down on him. They were so high above his head, and he knew he could reach them, if he wanted to. He knew, that up there, there were so many other stories. So many lifes. Many things he hadn't even discovered yet.

Suddenly, the tall man felt lonely. More lonely, than he had ever felt before. He swallowed hard, to fight back the tears which were constantly running down his cheeks.

"Why?" The question was lingering in his mind since it happened. He had tried to answer it. He had blamed the aliens. He had blamed the human race. And he had blamed himself. But deep inside, he knew it was nobody's fault. He knew, it had been fate, but he just couldn't accept it. The man looked down again, seeing a blur of lights. He wanted to jump down the roof in that moment. Wanted to fall, and feel the air rush around him. Feel something else than pain. But the man knew, he couldn't escape the pain for long. When he would crash down on the street, it would hurt. Bad. But it would at least make him stop think about the accident for a while. Tears were now streaming down his face, as he made himself think back of the blackest day in his life. As he was about to make the step over the top of the roof, he heard a voice inside his head.

"Don't.", the voice said pleading. "Don't do this to yourself. You shouldn't be in pain. Please, don't." The man's hand started trembling, as he put his hand on his head. His heart stuttered violently. Then he broke down, let himself fall onto the cold floor, and just sobbed.

"Why?", his mind screamed. "Why did you have to go? WHY?" The man rocked himself back and forth, and cried hard. "Why? Why did you have to go. I love you! I love you so much, Ianto.", he screamed up into the sky, hoping, that somewhere he would be heard. "I love you, Jones, Ianto Jones.", Jack whispered, and gazed up to the stars, where he knew, the one who could have saved his love, who could have saved so many people, was.