Word count: 157 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters
Summary: Ianto Jones find comfort in music...
Beta: The deilcious and sexy frakkin_addict
Notes: The Torchwood muses are almost dead for me, but this little fic wanted to be alive. I like to think Ianto truly loved Lisa before Jack and really suffered alone hidden with his cybergirlfriend... This is the result of my love for jazz, a bad day with students and my passion to make suffer our pretty Ianto. *free hugs* (Because we always need hug) Dont forget English is not my first language :)
The music, it is like little drops of heaven suspended in the air. Ianto Jones closes his eyes and smiles: his mind flies away. Inside him the ball of stress disappears, his shoulders fall softly, and the world around is lit by thousands of sparkles: Ianto Jones feels alive. The music caresses him like a lover, the trumpet seduces him, drum embraces him tightly: for a moment Ianto Jones doesn’t hear the sounds of the machines in the room. The young man knows it’s ephemeral, as though time stops just for him and her, stuck in a fragile glass bubble. He breathes deeply; he is so exhausted. His life is just lies, faint smiles and cold seduction. But for a moment he forgets everything; it’s just her, the music and him. In the dark and isolated room, beside his cybergirlfriend, the young man just enjoys the fragile moment of happiness.
“I love you Lisa…”