Mimi's Guitar

by TheTheaterPrincess

It has been a week since Mimi has died and Roger has locked himself in his room with his guitar remembering Mimi and how he changed his life. Meanwhile Mark is suffering not only the loss of Mimi but the loss of his best friend. One Shot. Please R&R

Disclaimer: I'm not Jonathan Larson. Characters not mine in anyway.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my Mark fic. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Now I will shut up and let you read my fic. Hope you enjoy!

Mark sat on the couch of the loft listening to Roger pick at his guitar. It had been a week since Mimi had died and Roger had locked himself in his room since. He would come out occasionally to go to the bathroom or to grab a beer from the kitchen, but other than that Roger just sat in his room picking away at his guitar. Mark tried to get him to come out. "Come on let's go to the café." He would say through the door. "We can have Collins Maureen and Joanne meet us there. It will do you some good to see them." But Roger never answered. He just played his guitar. Mark didn't know what to do. It killed him to see his best friend this way but what was he to do? How do you cure pain? Mark leaned back on the couch and began to cry. It wasn't fair. Not only had he lost a good friend, he was beginning to lose his best friend.

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Roger sat on the floor of his room playing his guitar and staring at the wall. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there he only knew that he couldn't get up. The pain that inhabited his body weighed him down and he was completely immbolized. So he just sat there. Playing his guitar and crying. It was late and the moon shined in through his window. He slowly turned his head to look at the sparkling twilight. Mimi would have loved a night like this. The stars and the moon lit up the night sky like fire and in result it seemed like the whole world had stopped to look up and gaze. It was beautiful. Just like her. Just like her hair and her eyes. His mind suddenly flashed back to the night they had first met. He had opened the door and instantly saw her sparkling eyes. They seemed so youthful yet so wise. Her whole face was as flawless as an angel. Her smile light up the room and her laugh was contagious. She was so beautiful. He thought to himself. Was. The word stuck in his mind. Was beautiful, was contagious, was alive. Roger returned his attention to his guitar and started to play. "You're eyes as we said our goodbyes" He began to sing. Just then the moon lit up even brighter and he knew. He knew that Mimi had heard it.