A/N: Sorry in advance. I was listening to lots of sad music, including Dear John by Kirsty MacColl and Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me by The Smiths, so there are direct referances to the songs.
Jack’s POV
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Oh, Dear Ianto.
This is the letter no-one ever wants to write.
And this is the last letter I will ever write you.
If only I wasn't such a coward, you would know what that really means.
If I had known you would rule my heart like this, would I have tried to stop myself from falling for you? I doubt it. The pleasure is worth the pain.
I called Rihannon today. She blames me. And I blame myself.
I’ve broken you, Ianto. Your life was almost perfect before you met me. You had Lisa. You had a family. You had a job, until Torchwood One fell. And I took that all away. I shot Lisa, gave you no free time to see your family and severed our ties to Torchwood One. And now you’re in a hospital bed wrapped in cotton wool with no memory of anything.
If I vanished from your life, would you miss me? All I ever do is hurt you. It would be painful for me, but your life would be better.
I should do what I did with the old Companions; watch you from a distance, make sure you’re ok? Send an anonymous card each Christmas; try to forget how it felt. Should I try and move on, ignore the pain, let you live your life to the fullest without me in the picture?
Last night I dreamt that you hadn’t lost your memory. You put your arms around me and told me that everything would be ok. Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.
This is the letter no-one ever wants to read.
I’m sorry, Ianto. I’m so, so sorry.
I will always love you,
Boe
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanfictionThe home is where the heart is, right? And the Heart of Ianto Jones belongs to Jack Harkness. And Jack's heart is Torchwood's. Ianto has never felt love like this, and neither has Jack. But this is Torchwood, so nothing lasts forever.
