Title: Yellow Rose
Author: TakeMeTakeMeILoveYou (RJ)
Feedback: Happiness is……
Words: 535
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Pairing: Angel/CollinsSummary: Angel's fear of what's to come in her diary, when Collins gets home he gives her 4 roses
Notes: Takes place right before August in my fic What Comes Next, and the title comes from the meaning of the roses.
Red love
Orange Passion
Dark Pink Gratitude
Yellow Dying Love
So yeah, and Angel is dying or is gonna die so yeah…..It's not my best work I will admit.
Special Thanks: Thanks to Lea for Betaing and as always THANK YOU JONATHAN LARSON!!!!!!!
Warnings: Two Men in love
Disclaimer: I don't own……Mr. Larson owns
Angel had kept a diary ever since she was 16, it was a way for her to express her thoughts, talk about her happiest fairytale dreams and her worst nightmares. It began to rain outside, she looked at the clock 8:48 PM…12 minutes until Collins got home, She was out of Drag and was wearing a pair of PJ pants and one of Collins' shirts. Angel turned on the bed side lamp, and curled up in bed and pulled out the diary, then a crimson red pen that Collins had left on the bed side table after one of Collins' many late night grading session. She opened the dairy at to her last entry and began to write on the next clean page.
August 23, 1990
Dear Diary,
Angel thought about how to say it; she decided to just come out with it.
I'm so scared, I found a spot on my thigh. I thought it was a bruise but today it looked really bad and I think it's something…worse…
She bit her lip and continued to write.
Why does this have to happen, I'm finally happy and then I have to…
A tear went down her cheek a thought of what was gonna be her fate
And Collins…I'm so scared, what will he do when I do……How do I even tell him? I know as soon as he finds out he'll worry himself to death.
She began to sob quietly while writing. The rain hit the window harder.
I don't want to die.
A tear fell on to the dairy page when she finally wrote the word.
The front door opened.
"Baby, I'm home" Collins called out into the apartment. She quickly ended the entry.
He's home.
A very scared,
Angel Dumott Schunard.
She closed up the diary and put it away with pen.
"Angel? You here?" He called out
"Yeah I'm in the bedroom" She shouted. Collins appeared in the doorway of their room with one hand behind his back. He looked at her carefully.
"Ang, are you okay? You look like you've been crying" Collins asked softly
"Yeah" She rubbed her eyes "I was reading a sad book"
"Oh, well here's something that'll cheer you up" He took his hand from behind his back, in it were 4 roses 3 of them dark pink, almost the same crimson color of the pen she was writing with, but one was yellow, a vivid yellow, the same color yellow that Angel loved. Collins had a big grin on his face.
"Those are so beautiful, honey" Angel said a tear going down her cheek
"I thought you would like them" Collins smiled
Angel got up and hugged him, then kissed his lips passionately, and pulled him to the bed. Collin carefully set down the roses on the bed side table. The rain had stopped and the clouds had disappeared to reveal a beautiful full moon. As the amount of clothing on both of them decreased, Angel reached over and turned off the lamp she had turned on earlier. The only light in the room was the dim light of the moon, which was still enough light for Collins to discover the spot on her thigh.