Five Hours After

[copycatgirl]

    One hour after, Ianto can still hear the gunshot ringing in his ears. He can still feel the blood on his hands, still see the staring, dead eyes, still smell and taste the darkness that contaminates the air, the essence of death. He hasn't touched the body- the body. It's impossible to believe that Owen could ever be reduced to those two words

Comments

[thedreamergeo]

This is so fricking lovely Cait. Damn you, you made me cry. :'(
Powerfully, beautiful.

[copycatgirl]

Thank you very much.

[magickaldreamer]

I just watched the episode. And then I read your fic. Which is lovely, but jesus, I wish I could stop crying.

[copycatgirl]

Thank you
-hug-

[danaid_luv]

This is...really well done. And awful, but only because it's based on what we saw in the final minutes. Da*mn it. *sniffles*

[copycatgirl]

Thank you. If I hadn't already been spoiled, the fact that it was so near to end would've been so painful..almost like they'd got away

[citizenkreacher]

Owen was the bullet in Ianto's chest.
A beautiful line, and a beautiful fic.
*wipes away tears*

[copycatgirl]

Thank you very much
-cries-

[a_phoenixdragon]

So heartbreaking...

Thank you for this...

*hugs*

[copycatgirl]

Thank you, you're welcome xo