This one is just a short one. I will be returning to larger ones, I promise.
Breaking Up Is Always Hard.
Ianto arrived back home and slumped on his sofa. He was physically exhausted but mostly emotional exhausted. He couldn't be bothered to move, his legs wouldn't allow it. He had fallen apart in front of Alison at work and he felt so ashamed. He hadn't done that in a long time, other than in front of Jack. How had Jack gotten to him so much that he had lost control in front of an almost stranger and cried like a baby and why?
Because Jack had sent him a letter he had refused to read or because he had sent him a huge bunch of flowers? Should he have taken the time to read the letter at least before rejecting it? Should I have kept the flowers until they died at least before I throw them away? Would they remind him too much of Jack and what he meant to me? Too many questions and not enough answers. His head hurt almost as much as his heart did but he had to do it. He had to walk away for his own sake, to stop any future heartache he would surely suffer.
He curled up on the sofa, laying there and staring into space. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to think, he just wanted to be alone and then it began. His pocket of his coat started to vibrate and then the tune came, a familiar tune. Ianto knew who it was without even looking at it as he had given this particular ring tone to only one person, Jack.
Ianto ignored it and hoped and pleaded that it would soon stop and go away and soon it did. The tone stopped and the vibrating stopped and his mobile went quiet again. Ianto went back to staring into space but the piece didn't last long. Again the mobile vibrated in his pocket and again the tone came back. Ianto took his phone and put it in the side board draw, hoping that this would quieten the mobile but as he sat back down on the sofa, he could still hear it, vibrating and chiming away.
Ianto got up from the sofa and went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and the silence was restored. Ianto curled up on his bed, on top of the duvet and closed his eyes. He was so tired. He wanted to fall asleep but he knew that if he did, he would dream of Jack. Jack was ever present in his mind, while he was asleep and while he was awake. No matter how he tried, he couldn't get Jack out of his head and he really wanted him out.
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An hour or so later, when Ianto had almost fallen asleep, the door buzzer went. Ianto sat up with a start and waited for a second. The buzzer went again and Ianto had no idea as to who would be calling at his flat at this time. Ianto got out of bed and went to the window that looked out onto the street and he saw it. The sleek black paint work, the blue neon in the front windows, the name stencilled into the bodywork and roof. Torchwood.
As he looked at the SUV parked in front of his house, the buzzer stopped ringing and Jack stepped back onto the pavement. Ianto darted backwards from the window so Jack didn't see him and he went into the lounge. His door buzzer began buzzing again and then his mobile started librating and ringing again. This was too much for Ianto to handle. "Why was Jack doing this? Was it his revenge for Ianto walking away? Was this him getting his own back?
Either way, Ianto couldn't handle it. He got up and went to the drawer, pulled his mobile out, turned it off and ripped the battery out, throwing it all back into the drawer. The buzzer was driving Ianto insane, the constant buzzing, Jack keeping his finger on the button. Ianto went into the intercom and moved the dial for the volume control as low as it would go but he could still hear it. It wasn't as ear piercing as before but it was still there, Jack was still there. Ianto returned to his bed, curled up and after several hours of staring into space, buzzing from the ringer, he finally feel asleep.
