She had always loved shadows, ever since she was young. She wasn't a dark or gothic person; it was just peaceful to stand there, in a shadow, alone. It was nice.
Calm.
She could be alone, without the bickering, alarms and the hustle of everyday life at Torchwood 3. She knows she should be home, spending her free time with Rhys, but something doesn't feel right about that.
Not anymore.
She hears soft footsteps behind her and tenses as a hand sets on her shoulder.
''Like the shadows, eh?'' he says, his breath tickling her ear. She closes her eyes ever so slightly, leaning into his touch. She stiffens halfway through leaning back, realizing what she is doing. It wasn't right either.
Then what was?
''Ever since I was about 13, I would come outside every night, just to stand In the shadows. It was peaceful. Nice.''
He smiles slightly, shifting so that his arm is around her shoulders.
She doesn't flinch this time.
Moments later, she makes her decision. This was right. This feels right.
She leans back further, laying her head against his shoulder. The half moon's light shone down onto the dark streets of Cardiff, and a breeze whipped through every once in a while. They didn't move, they just stood, together, gazing out from their place in the shadows onto the deserted street.