Tosh sat cross legged in the park, picking the petals off a flower and throwing them to the wind's mercy.
"She loved me."
The electricity that had rushed through Tosh's veins when they were together.
"She loved me not."
The knife at her throat, millimetres from death.
"She loved me."
The look in her eyes - the passion, the desire, the lust.
"She loved me not."
To Mary she was just a key to Torchwood.
"She loved me."
She wanted to show Toshiko the stars, the universe.
Tosh looked down at the last petal and sighed.
"She loved me not."