A/N: 50th fanfic!! WOOT!! Hehe. Sorry. I wanted my fiftieth to be something in a category I really care about, so I thought, 'What better category than RENT?' It is, after all, my favorite Broadway, and I've written more fanfics about it than anything else, so...Plus, I had an idea.
Drabble-ish. Mark/Roger FRIENDSHIP. Mark's POV, talking to Roger...but you could have figured that out by reading, so READ.
Disclaimer: Jon Larson owns this wonderful chaos.
Not Like This
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
You were always going to die early, but the doctors said you had another year, maybe two, before the AIDS won. After Mimi died, you wanted an estimate – how long you'd have to live without her. But you were actually doing really well – only two weeks of grieving, and you left the apartment.
I always knew I'd have to say goodbye eventually. But that's just it – I counted on weeks, months, even, before the final farewell. I would know when it was going to happen; when God would take my best friend.
But as it ended up, I had no idea.
All it took was one drunk guy, the streets at night, and your guitar. What was going to happen had been determined from the beginning. Anyone who knew you would say you'd never relinquish your most precious of belongings.
Three stabs later, and you were bleeding to death on the pavement. I only found out after you'd been pronounced dead.
Why did you have to love that guitar so much? You lost it in the end, anyway. You lost everything. Except Mimi. Bet you're happy now, huh? You get to be with her sooner than you expected.
We were supposed to have time to say goodbye. You weren't meant to be buried so soon. I stand, watching your coffin lower into the ground, and I wonder what went wrong. All I can think clearly is, At least he's next to Angel and Mimi. Isn't that dumb?
You left me to take care of Collins by myself – though God knows he's the one taking care of me.
What am I going to do when everyone's gone, Rog? We never got around to talking about it, because both of us thought you'd outlive Collins. You didn't.
I loved you. Still do.
You were always going to die. But…not like this.
A/N: Poor Marky. He's my fave RENT character and Rog is my second fave, so I love to write about them. Review?