A/N- You don't know how last night's episode hit me. I don't have words. I... I was crying. Uncontrollably. I still am crying. And screaming, despite my sore throat from Monday morning. And I have this Season 7 Renee outfit, and I stuffed a uniform (our school rules what we wear... ugh) in my backpack and wore my outfit to school, complete with side-swept hair (which is very hard to do with bangs), gold oval earrings, a thick bandage on the right side of my neck, and freckles dotted on with skin colored eyeliner. Yeah, I'm crazy. But whatever.

This is just a short songficlet from Jack's perspective on Renee's death. Expect a much longer one later. It's to Michelle Branch's "All You Wanted". I was inspired by a beautifully made fanvid by littletonpace on YouTube to this song.

Disclaimer- Oh, you don't want me to even start. RENEE IS DEAD. I think that's proof enough that I don't own them.

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I didn't know that it was so cold and you needed someone to show you the way. So I took your hand and we figured out that when the tide comes I'll take you away.

But I did know. I knew everything. What you were feeling, why you were feeling it... because I had been there so many times myself. But I think I just didn't want to admit it. To you... maybe. But more to myself. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was feeling something for someone again. Nevertheless, I let you inside. Inside my walls, my boundaries... even though I knew it always ended in disaster. And it did.

What kind of a monster am I?

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If you want to, I can save you; I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cares.

I could have saved you.

I could have stopped everything, and just like that, everything would be fine. If I'd been more careful, if I'd waited... but it looks like there are a lot of ifs. I just don't see how I could have let this happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to be there for you, and... and I'm sorry. Gosh, I'm so sorry.

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I'm sinking slowly, so hurry hold me. Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on. Please can you tell me, so I can finally see, where you go when you're gone?

But you can't. You'll never be able to even touch me ever again. And it's all my fault. Something about that infuriates me. The thought that, had I been more careful, I could still embrace you and everything would be alright.

Everything is far from alright.

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A/N- Sorry it was so short :'( I'll make a longer one later though.