Apr 18, 2008 03:41
It’s the constant inconsideration. He loves her; he can’t remember life before her. However, Rhys is a man, not a cockroach, and sometimes he doesn’t know if he can take it anymore. His heart is slowly breaking into little pieces.
Ever since she started that bloody job at Torchwood, and that bloody Jack Harkness came into their lives, everything went downhill, albeit gradually so.
Rhys doesn’t want to blame her; if he blames Gwen he’s sure the enormous gap they already have between them will become larger. As it is, he will keep blaming Jack instead.
When Gwen stopped coming home while he was still awake, it was Jack’s fault, somehow.
The way she looked at the so-called Captain at the wedding, when it was Rhys she was marrying, and he knew she was having second thoughts but kept hoping she wouldn’t act on them - Jack’s fault.
Jack is a plague on Rhys’ life, and he doesn’t know what to do. Sometimes it crosses his mind that he will lose Gwen eventually, and he’s conscious, deep down, that there is nothing he can do about it.
Other times, Rhys goes as far as to wish he hadn’t met or fallen in love with Gwen in the first place, if he had only known that this strange American man would come into her life and sweep her off her feet like Rhys never could have done in a million years.
Still, knowing all this, and feeling as shitty as he might, he can’t bring himself to say the words “It’s over," because there is always a small possibility that Gwen does love him above everything else after all, and he would rather die than let that go to waste.
fic: prompt_five,
gen,
torchwood,
fic: un_love_you