Heart Like Stone
A/N: This is kinda sad and dark and short… Really don't know where it came from… Anyway, here it is! This was written for the Paint It Red September Monthly Challenge. The prompt song was 'Heart Like Stone' by Greyson Chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the music or the TV show.
Late at night I start to think about the things I did wrong
Late at night I start to think about the things I could've done
To save us from him
To save us from her
To save us from the world
As he lay there on his makeshift bed he could only make out one thing in the dull moonlight.
The Red John smiley.
He heard nothing but his thoughts and the occassional car that drove past his old Malibu house.
He lay there in silence and thought about them.
Angela and Charlotte…
If only he had kept his big, fat mouth shut, they would still be here right now with him.
His heart wouldn't feel empty and heavy.
Like stone.
If only he'd quit the psychic business earlier… He might have been able to save them.
"I'm sorry," Jane said to the empty room. "I'm so sorry."
Silent tears started rolling down his cheeks. Sobs racked his frame as he thought about their butchered bodies.
All the work of that sick madman.
"If only I wasn't so greedy," Jane said. "Then I would still have both of you."
The case was still going nowhere.
After everything he did. Sleeping with Lorelai, 'shooting' Teresa, lying to his team, losing their love and trust, and getting Wainright killed.
All for nothing, because Red John was still out there. He was probably chuckling in pleasure while sipping a cup of tea and reading poetry.
If only he could find Red John, then he would put everything behind him and make that sadistic pig pay or everything he has done.
For taking his life away…
For turning his heart into stone…
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