Just Like Death

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood and I make no money from this fanfiction.

He had lived so many lives; experienced so many deaths. He could never lay claim to just one life, it became fragmented long ago, so neatly punctuated by each dying breath- only to be born, gasping, anew.

The trouble was he never truly fit into any of those lives, not permanently.

It didn't stop him from hoping, that was part of what Torchwood had been about; finding a home.

But that had been ripped away from him too, destroyed.

Worse than that, he'd lost Ianto, lost love yet again. There was a part of him that expected him to wake up, to open his eyes again and just live. Ianto's death was another addition to the collection of the only wounds permanent to him; the wounds of the heart.

That's something that love and death have in common, no matter how many times you experience it, it hurts every time.

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