A/N- My first fan fiction. I am very nervous. I know it's a cliché, but feedback would be great.

Disclaimer- It doesn't belong to me. It's Jonathan Larson's.

Roger stared out the window of the loft. He could not believe that a year had passed since he'd lost Mimi. She died not long after Christmas, February 21, to be exact. The past year had been one of the hardest of his life.

"Well, Mimi," he whispered, "it's been a year since you left me. And s, Mimi, it's been hell. I miss you so fuckin' much, baby. God, I love you."

A silent tear rolled down his face at the thought of her. Roger felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle. Another tear fell down his face. Roger hated to cry. When ever his father would hit his mother tears would well up in his eyes. His father hated crying.

"Are you cryin'? Are you cryin'?" his father would shout at him.

Roger would shake his head no.

"Shit, Roger look at me when I fuckin' speak to you," his father would yell hitting him hard across the face, "Shit, Roger. You are a fuckin' weak ass. A fuckin' weak ass. Davis men don't cry."

Davis men don't cry. These words stuck to Roger like glue.

"It's ok baby, " the owner of the arms reassured Roger.

Roger turned around to face the voice. Mark's sympathy filled eyes stared back at him. Mark pulled Roger closer, wrapping his arms around him tighter. He reached up and gently brushed away the tears from Roger's face. Roger tore away from Mark's embrace, he didn't want Mark to see him cry. Determined to comfort Roger, he wrapped his arms around him again.

"It's ok, baby. Everything will be okay," Mark said stroking Roger's hair.

Not knowing what to do or say, Mark just stood there holding his sobbing lover. After Mimi's death Roger was sure he would never love again. He spiraled into depression and almost started using again. He lost all desire to live, but Mark was there, helping him through it all. Mark was always there, when April died, when he was going through withdrawal, when Mimi died, and now this. Mark was always there for him no matter what. About eight months after Mimi died, he told Mark that he loved him. Roger had always loved Mark. Not long after he met April, he began to love Mark, but Mark had Maureen and he had April. Besides Mark would never love him, but how very wrong he was. Mark had always loved Roger.

"It hurts Mark. It fucking hurts, " Roger said, his voice shaking.

Hearing Roger say that reminded him of a time when Roger was going through withdrawal.

"MAAARRRKKKK! Let. Me. OUT!" Roger yelled, pounding fiercely on the door.

" No," Mark said shortly.

"MAARRK! What the fuck?! Let me out!" Roger bellowed pounding even harder.

"No Roger," Mark said sharply.

"Mark, it hurts. It f hurts. Just one more hit. That's it. Just one more. Please, Mark. Just one more fucking hit. Please," Roger pleaded, the pain in his voice obvious.

"No, it's for your own good," Mark said firmly.

He hated hurting Roger, but it had to be done.

"Fuck."

He heard Roger collapse against the door and began to sob.

"I know it hurts. It's going to be okay," Mark reassured Roger, gently running his hands up and down Roger's back, "We are going to get through this. I promise."

"Mark," Roger said gently, "Thanks. For everything. I love you."

Roger kissed him gently on the lips and then a tear slid down Mark's face.

"I love you too, Roger. I love you, too," Mark whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

He knew they would get through it, just as they always did because this time they had each other.

A/N- So…what did you think?