It was almost to late. He new he only had a few moments and yet, he didn't know what to say. Mimi lay coughing in his arms, and although she had death written on her face, she was still smiling.

"I should tell you..." She whispered, shivering in Rogers arms. "Benny wasn't any-"

"SH..." He said laying her down so he could look her in the eyes. He pushed her seaty bangs to the side. "I know." She gave a small smile, before coughing frantically again. Maureen stepped closer and kneeled next to her friend. Joanne did the same, slipping her hand into Maureens as she did so. Collins and Mark stood side by side at the foot of the table, wordlessly watching. Roger let out a long breath, that blew gracefully from his lips as a grey mist, that slowly floated into the appartement, making it'sway all over until it was eventually invisible.

"I Should tell you why I left," Roger whispered. He hardly knew himself, but he had to give her a reason before... He clenched his eyes to stop the tears. "It wasn't cause I didn't-"

Mimi lifted her hand to shush Rogers chapped lips. "I know." She choked. It was Rogers turn to smile. Ever since they had met, Mimi and Roger just...got each other.

"I should tell you." They said in unison, then laughed. It was the first time Roger had laughed in a long time. He looked up and realised all his friends were smiling too. It was really the small things that made all the difference. He looked back down at Mimi, who had also let her gaze wander to her friends.

"I should tell you," Mimi slowly truned her head to face Roger. She looked him in the eyes. "I love you." She grinned for a moment before lapsing into another fit of coughs. Roger pulled her close, rocking her slowly. Everyone was to scared to move.

"Who do you think you are?" Roger loosend his grip, speaking just above a whisper. " Leavingme alone with my guitar." Roger let his hand slide threw Mimi's chestnut hair. You're hair in the moonlight. There first night together flashed before his eyes. Her smiky silhouette in the doorframe, a single unlit candle in her hand. "Got a light?" All the introduction she needed to give.

Roger came down from his vision as he saw Mimi's eyes flickering, like a light about to go out. He bit his lip. Was this really the end? He tried tosee her eyes through the constant motion.

Her eyes...

Her eyes!

"Hold on," Rogers lay Mimi carefully qnd swiftly on the table and scanned the room for his guitar. Mark gently handed it to him from the couch. "There's something you should hear." Roger nodded his head in thanks, the positioned himself next to Mimi's rested body. She smiled at the sight of his guitar. "It isn't much," He said before he let her down. "But it took all year." Even in her relapsing drear, Roger could see Mimi's sarcastic grin. She coughed again. He began to play.

"Your Eyes
As We Said Our Goodbyes
Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide

From your Eyes
The Ones That Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes
How'd I Let You Slip Away
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes There's Something I Should Have
Told You
When I Looked Into Your Eyes
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies
I Should Tell You I Should Tell You
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In My Eyes"

Roger looked right into her beautiful hazes eyes as they closed for the last time. "Mimi..." He let his head fall onto her chest. Silence fell over the room.

It was the end.