Written For: Challenge 478: Empty at tw100.
Summary: It’s hard going home to an empty flat every night.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters
Arriving home after another long day at work, Tosh unlocked the door and stepped into her flat to be met by darkness and silence. It wasn’t so bad in summer, when it was often still light out, but the winter months always dragged her down, making her more aware of how empty both her flat and her life were.
It wasn’t anything new; she’d lived alone since leaving home, and yet every year that passed without finding someone to share her life with chipped away at hope. Would she always be alone?
Maybe she could get a cat for company.