Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood in any way, shape, or form. Big surprise, huh?
Every time he dies, he must choose.
A sharp pain and a raging blackness—he knows he is dead. Again.
And he thinks breathe and he will, plunged back into the icy well of life.
There are so many reasons to breathe again, and so many reasons not to.
It would be so easy to drift away, to let the darkness and the silence engulf him. It would be so easy to die, so easy to give up.
But there is always something to bring him back. Another fight, a chance at revenge, another chance to live and die again.
And this time he comes back for him. He thinks breathe because he breathes for him. He breathes because he knows he is waiting for him to breathe again, to come back.
He breathes because he comes back to Ianto. And that is reason enough to live.
