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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 13, 2011 21:27:37 GMT -5
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 13, 2011 21:40:13 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dear Diary,
I dreamed about her again last night. I don't want to ever forget about Lisa but I can't take these dreams anymore. They're not nightmares...They're worse than nightmares. We're in a park. The sun is out. Birds are singing. Couples are walking hand-in-hand. Lisa and I are setting up a picnic.
We enjoy our meal...Laugh and reminiscence about everything that happened at Torchwood One. Apparently, in my dreams the Battle of Canary Wharf never happened. Lisa was always human, never the cyberwoman she became...After the meal, I get down on one knee and propose to her. But she never gets the chance to say yes...I always wake up before then.
I would have married her...I would have had a family with her. And how here I am shagging the man who helped kill her. I want to blame Jack for it all but I know that I'm as much to blame. It was wrong of me to hide her out in the basement. It was wrong of me to think that things ever be the same between me and Lisa.
Every time I have this dream, it becomes harder and harder to go to work without wanting to tell Jack about it. Granted, her death is still a sore subject between us but I--we have to get past it someday.
Until then...
Signed,
Ianto.
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