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Ending 2018 at a snail’s pace – Part 1

2018 had been a largely eventful year. Sometimes the year is so memorable that you are sorry to see it end. Hence I took the slowest train (11028 Chennai Mumbai Mail) to return to Mumbai; after a rather enjoyable trip to Chennai. Just kidding; I booked 11028 because I couldn’t get reservation in the other trains! 😛 On the night of the journey (29th Dec), I left my grandparents’ home in…

Ianto Jones, I love you.

Even in the darkness, Ianto could hear the words as clearly as if Jack was standing right in front of him. His own words echoed back, but he wasn't speaking them. It was only a memory, a recording playing over and over to remind him of what he had lost yet again.

And I love you too, Jack.

Then he heard a sound, faint at first, merely background noise to his repeating track of I love yous that made his heart ache with loss and regret. The sound grew louder steadily, until it drowned out everything else in his mind. He could no longer recall the sound of Jack's voice uttering those words he had longed for. It was only the sea now, the deafening crash of waves filling his head, pushing away the last memory he could cherish.