N/A: this view of this death is adapted from the personality from this person I have tried to adapt from the story Breaking my Heart by Quiet Time.
Everything was under control, but how did it get to end up like this? I have tried so hard to get a grip on my self. So hard. But it never works that way. For doing good for others you don't always get good back, and I should have understood that since I joined Torchwood. He promised me, though. He promised me no one would hurt me again. But they did. But then he himself can't get control over what's happening. It wasn't his fault. He tried at least. After all, he was the first man that had ended my lonely days in the UNIT cell. He was the one. But he won't come here this time to get me out of this eternal Darkness.
So cold. So sinister. So dark. And it doesn't end there. It keeps going and going, trying to make you go crazy. I wouldn't have cared before. I had grown so used to solitude that I didn't even care at all. Since I met Jack Harkness I care, because I know that I can't do it alone. No one can do anything alone. They always need someone to hold on to, to be able to get through with it. Now I wished I had never gone to Torchwood: to have died alone in the UNIT cell, have that guard break my heart entirely, have held on to my feelings and not show anyone what I have inside of my heart. Because that's what makes anyone weak: to feel.
Being here… and to feel… is the beginning of your end. You feel chills every time, every day… if there's even day or night in here. You can hear whispers… voices asking for help… feeling. Feeling fear. You can't see, even though you can only feel the breath, something behind you, trying to frighten you. I'm not frightened. I don't want to be frightened. So I try not to fret. Because feeling in this Darkness will be your down fall.
Before her death…
She let the tears run down from her eyes. It hurt so much… Too much… Not the fact she was dying, but the fact that Owen wouldn't accept this kind of end. But then he had left: so peaceful, yet so sad, but so patient. He had gone through a lot. She had gone through a lot. They both had gone through a lot. And now she had to admit that she did love him. It was not a while ago that she had made a pact to herself that she wouldn't fall for anyone again. Feelings would only make her weak. But maybe this kind of love she had felt for Owen… was something: a strong bond that would be eternally knotted.
She watched as Jack and Gwen sobbed over her. She had always done everything alone, but she now knew that there was always someone to lean on. Torchwood was all she had now. They were her all and nothing should and would ever change it. She loved them. She would never be alone.
She smiled one last time, not afraid, not sad: joy and love filled her heart for the space that had been empty for the last few years.