Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, it is the property of the BBC and it's creators, not matter how hard i may wish otherwise.
AN:// Just a short drabble set after COE Day 4, therefore containing spoilers. If you haven't seen series 3, don't read.
Left Behind
I close my eyes against the light. I will not wake up – they can not make me. I am meant to be dead. I should be dead.
Why do I remain? I am alive but I do not live. How could I possibly live when you are not there beside me? You have always been beside me and I am not willing to accept the emptiness you have left behind. My eyes remain closed.
I can feel the darkness pressing in on me yet I know it will never find me. All is silent around me, although that could be the fact that I refuse to acknowledge I am alive. I do not want to be here when here is not with you.
Your image is forever implanted in my memory – your body, broken and lying limp in my arms as you whisper you love me. I could not – can not – say the words back. How could I love you only to lose you? Admitting it would be torture. Losing you feels like dying and I pray that I will...know that I can't.
I love you.
Why did you leave me here? You know I can not follow you and still you left me. We should have had more time. Now we are forever separated. No matter what I do I will never be able to reach you. I can not be fixed and you can not be brought back. I am doomed to be forever broken.
I love you.
My eyes remain closed.
I will always love you.