Sitting by the window, Ianto watched raindrops chasing each other down the windowpane, the way he used to as a child on rainy days when he wasn’t allowed outside.
The weather matched his mood; it seemed like the sky was crying, grieving for Lisa too. He’d cried for her until he had no tears left, just a hollow emptiness inside him where his heart had been.
He’d vowed to save her, but he’d failed.
A traitorous little voice in the corner of his mind whispered that there hadn’t been anything left of Lisa to save.
He wished it was lying.