A/N- Man, this is short. Sorry. Infact, I'm not going to explain this, it's self explanatory. Just read and let me know if its good or absolute c**p, probably the latter. (I just found the ruler tool! I can't believe I didn't know that was there. I like this XD, I used to try and do it with the - symbol, but it didn't work. I'm a happy bunny now :D) I'm shutting up, before the AN is longer than the piece!
The nights are the worst. I can almost feel your body next to mine, the gentle heat of your breath on my cheek. I can smell you again, the combination of cinnamon and a musk that was unique. I can lie there for hours, just soaking up the essence of you and not thinking about the piles of paperwork that still need to be catalogued or the reports that need to be written. You're not here to lecture me anymore, so they tend to be left.
I've never been a big sleeper. I'd just lay and watch you, the peaceful expression on your face that only came with sleep. You looked so innocent in sleep. Torchwood ripped the innocence out of you, something that I can never replace, no matter how much I want to. You were too young. Too young to be taken from me. I know that's selfish and childlike, but I'm never going to see you grow old, complain about fatigue and watch your hair turn from chocolate brown to the shade of silver I always imagined it would one day be.
I can't drink coffee. Even the smell of it makes me want to be sick. There's just too many memories attached, like the time you almost blew up the hub with the coffee machine. You looked so comical walking out of the kitchen with soot all over your face- it's my favourite memory of you. But the other members don't seem to realise this, and constantly bring coffee in and wonder why I can't go near them. The team's changed at least four times since you died. There's no reason for them to know, but I want to tell them. I want to tell the world about you, spread the word like a fable. I'll last forever, so why can't you?
It's not fair. But then life is never fair. It rips the good from the world in a fit of hate, leaving only fire and damage in its wake. I want to hold you again. Just once more, then I can engrave the feeling into my mind for the rest of time. You will never be forgotten, Ianto Jones. Rest assured, your face will remain etched into my memories until the Doctor turns up, and beyond.