Written For: Challenge 263 – Maybe This Year at tw100
Summary: Tosh sits and thinks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: A bit of a gloomy one this week, sorry!
Tosh stares at nothing, contemplating her empty life as the old year ends. Another year of coming home alone to an empty flat, of having her hopes dashed, of Owen ignoring her and leaving more scars on her heart with his thoughtlessness.
On TV bells chime, fireworks explode, marking a new year. She feels a tiny surge of hope; maybe this year will be different, maybe she’ll meet someone who appreciates her, even loves her. Maybe when next year arrives she won’t be alone. It’s not much, but hope is all she has to cling to and so she does.