Ianto laid his head on to the desk and closed his eyes. The night before was vivid in his mind, the horror, betrayal and torment that he faced. To see the love of his life try to kill innocent lives. He had hope that he could save her, to revert her back to the way she was.

He was going to marry her, have a couple of kids and settle down in the ( Read more... )

Ianto looked at the photo of Lisa he kept on the second shelf of his bookcase. He smiled as the pleasant memories started to flood back. Happy memories that happened before she became the monster that died the night before.

He loved her so much that he wasn’t sure what he was suppose to feel. Right now he wanted to grieve her, to remember what she ( Read more... )

I wouldn’t call it a celebration of what I am marking today. More of a chance to reflect on the memories of the good times spent with Lisa. But with it comes the bad memories of that fateful day when she wasn’t Lisa anymore but that monster, the cybermen wanted to create at Canary Wharf.

I look at the photo of us on a picnic and for a moment the ( Read more... )