Marky angst! Sorry, I couldn't help myself. preRENT, April just died, Rogers basically dead to the world, the others left. Mark's angsty monologue-ish type thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent....sadly.
MARK'S POV
It was quiet, I dully noted while sinking into the couch. It sucked. All I can say is that it sucked. No, I can not find a silver lining. None of that 'silence is golden' shit. April's dead. Benny married Allison and moved out. Collins got a job and moved out. And Maureen "couldn't take all the drama" so she left too.
We all argued. We argued about Benny being a sell-out and abandoning his life. We argued about why Collins had to go all the way to the other side of the county. We argued that Maureen was the drama. It didn't matter though. They were gone.
Roger was still here, but he didn't have the choice to leave. Honestly, I think the others sort of didn't care anymore. Well, some. I can't blame Collins. He's doing what he loves and he's helping us out. Still, it's hard.
About Roger; he's, I can't count him right now. Loosing April has made him emotionally weak, and the withdrawal has done the same physically. And from what I saw of him the last time he looks like he's getting sick too. I haven't been able to convince him to take the AZT yet.
Oh, and Maureen dumped me. I mean, we weren't the most stable couple, and she flirted a lot, but this was official. Oh, and the worst part, she dumped me for a woman. I mean, I'm not against it or anything. It's just, embarrassing?
So now I'm sitting alone in the living room and the phone rang. Out ever familiar argument of who got to say their name first -we'd finally agreed to go older to youngest, much to Roger's dismay- rang as the call screened. It was my mother. I didn't feel like talking to her.
I now also realize we need a new answering machine. And this time, rather than our usual four through six voices, there'd only be mine. I already miss the yelling. I miss Maureen's over-dramatics, Collins' level-headedness, Benny's professionalism, even April's flirtatiousness. There were too many things I missed about my current roommate to state.
It was quite, I reminded myself. The Loft, for the first time in years, was completely and utterly quiet. And I hated it.
Alright, anyways, yeah. I summed up a lot of things in a pretty short story, so I hope it doesn't seem too rushed. It should slightly, as, in this situation, most people's thoughts would be quite rushed and jumbled. Thanks for reading, and reviews would be greatly appreciated.