Would he care?
Ianto gulped loudly, he could do it, couldn't he? Ianto stared out at the swirling lights of Cardiff below him. He could easily jump right now, but that didn't mean he would. Ianto's suit was splattered with crimson blood from the self inflicted cuts all along is arms. He just wanted it all to end, all the pain and death and suffering. Blood poured from his cuts, turning the ground below him red. Jack wasn't helping; he was always flirting with Gwen or some other random person, when he said he loved him. Ianto scoffed and more tears ran from his broken brown eyes, Jack would never really love him, if he did then why would he flirt with all those people? Or run off with his precious Doctor? No Jack would never ever love him. Ianto took a small step closer to the edge of the twelve story building, would Jack even care if he died? More tears ran down his face mixing with the blood still pouring from his arms. Ianto's eyes were full of pain and sadness and he stepped even closer to the edge, he glanced up at the night sky, the moon illuminating his pale face and broken body, of course Jack wouldn't care, why would he? Ianto stared at Cardiff one last time before whispering "Goodbye Jack, I love you" because even if Jack didn't love him and never would, that didn't stop Ianto from loving him. Ianto took the last step off Jacks favourite building and gasped, he was finally free.