Ianto checked the date and froze. That couldn’t be right. Surely it hadn’t really been ten years? He grabbed the nearest chair and dropped heavily into it.
“Ianto? Are you alright?” Tosh turned to her friend, concerned.
“I’m okay. I just… Time’s gone by so fast; I don’t know when I lost track. It’s ten years to the day since Canary Wharf. How could I have forgotten? So many people died that day; friends, colleagues... Lisa. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I last thought of her.”
“Life goes on, Ianto. You can’t dwell on the past all the time. We all have to pick up the pieces and rebuild our lives after bad things happen. It doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten; some things can never be forgotten, we live with them for the rest of our lives. But we don’t have to think about someone every day to remember them; they’re always with us.” Ianto knew she was talking about Tommy. “Lisa would have wanted you to move on, wouldn’t she?”
“She would’ve been furious if I’d just spent the rest of my life mourning her.”
“Then remember her with love, but live for yourself.”