Title: I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.
Summary: AU. This is fairly short, about 450 words. The room was softly lit, sunlight drifts in through the only window and lazily dances on the walls. It was a comforting glow that wrapped around Ianto, chasing away the dark and cold, and silently supporting him as he chatters mindlessly about meaningless things; the weather, the archives, Janet.
Disclaimer: Neither Jack nor Ianto belong to me, nor do the title or the quotes in the story, they belong the each other and Lewis Carroll, respectively.
Author's note: Thanks to merlinsgeekyfan for making this better and helping me sort out the tenses, because they hate me.
Fake cut to my journal