This is a short story to help me get back into writing. It's unbetaed so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer I don't own Torchwood am just borrowing the characters for a while.
This is Goodbye
I wake after a night spent tossing and turning to find that he has gone. Not that I expected him to stay - wanted him to - yes - expected - no.
I lay there thinking about things. How come he always makes me feel so wonderful and loved but then is gone by the morning making me feel hurt and upset.
I know he never promised me anything beyond what he gives but things change - I've changed. I want more but he is unwilling to give me more. I'm not sure what he's afraid of that he can't let go and just love someone.
I have no doubt that he does love me in some way just not in the way I want or deserve to be loved or the way that I love him.
I want to be able to go outand tell the world that I am his and he is mine but I know he doesn't that as he says 'I've been there and done that and really don't feel it's nessassary to do it again'.
That hurt - God did that hurt.
Maybe Owen was right and that all I am to him is a convenient shag.
So I've decided that before my fragile heart is too far broken to be mended that This is Goodbye.
Constructive criticism is welcome please review xx