Title: Clean Hands
Notes:Written for the tw100 Cardiff landmarks challange. It's a bit angsty and I'm not sure if it really makes much sense...
When things got too much, this was the only place that seemed to make it better. This was the only place that reminded him he’d left the worst behind.
Ianto was sat, huddled and cold, under a railway bridge tucked away in the outskirts of Cardiff. It was the only place left to remind him of what he had once been. His breath rose into the air, disappearing in the early morning light. He flexed his fingers in front of his face, the cleanness of his flesh seeming out of place.
In his mind, her blood still stained his fingertips.