Blood Red Snow
It glistened all around him, the snow, the blood red snow, stained by him, his mistakes, his lies, his scars and his sorrow. Pure white confetti fell all around him covering him and the ground white except for a large ring surrounding him that was covered in crimson snow, red snow, blood snow. He was surrounded by guilt, regret and lost wishes upon faraway stars that would never come true. Lisa would never come back. He would never truly live again. Jack would never ever truly love him. Blood red snow. His blood staining the once pure snow, like Torchwood staining his once pure soul. He wouldn't mind if it was only his blood surrounding him but it was also the blood of all the people he'd killed or seen killed like Lisa, Owen, Tosh, Jack, everyone at Canary Warf and the rest of the world. Everything was his fault, all their deaths and their lives.
Ianto brought the knife down once again on his ghostly pale wrist and watched the blood, his blood flow down his arm marring his skin and staining the once pure snow. Tears of grief for Lisa, Owen, Tosh, Jack and everyone poured down his face. Everything was his fault.