A/N: I don't know if you'll like it or not, but this is a Clintasha songfic.

Also, dedicated to Sandie Brody.

Okay, I'm really sorry about this, but I am now facing account closure due to copied song lyrics... So I had to revise it.


I silently laugh to myself, finding the realisation of our parallel too close for comfort. We both hated this movie with a passion, finding the level of devotion from Rose to Jack stupidly unrealistic. And yet here I am, watching Titanic of all things, and the realisation of the truth gives me hope, in the fact that maybe, just maybe, we can stay together after all? But the biggest difference is in the roles here. In Titanic, the man perishes in the freezing water, but here, she did. Tasha died in the water, trying to keep me alive. And it worked, but at her expense.

The ship went down at quarter past two in the morning, and we saw no-one until gone eight. But by then it was too late, much too late, and by the time I got pulled out, Tasha was long dead. She died literally in my arms, and I did nothing to stop it. And everyone tells me that it's not my fault, but I know it is. I could have saved her, but I didn't. I deserve to die.

And I cry, and cry, and cry, for the loss of Natasha Romanoff is too much to bear.

Later, as I sleep, I dream of what could have been, and I know, deep in my heart, that I will never wake up.

Not ever.

Sorry guys, been bugging me for a while. Like it, don't, just please review and tell me what I could do better next time!

Thank ya'll!

JojotheObsessedFish