Never Supposed To Be...
Makai Goddess Ookami
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or anything to do with it. If I did, there would be a hell of a lot more Roger x Mark going on.
Summary: It was never supposed to be this way, he was supposed to be the one to survive.
AN: Just sitting when this hit me. I love Mark, don't get me wrong. I love Roger too. I think the only person I don't love is Mimi. She annoyed me. But, anyways, this was an attempt to cure my writer's block...
It was never supposed to be this way.
He was supposed to be the one to survive.
Mimi, Roger, Collins... They were the ones to die. They were the ones fighting off... No, dying because of AIDS...
And yet, here he was, dead.
He was supposed to die last.
Die years from now.
The crying was silenced now, barely hiccups.
How long had they been sitting here, surrounding the body?
How long had it been since the truck hit, slowly killing him as his blood drained away?
How late was the ambulance to the scene?
Time was all that seemed to continue.
Everyone was frozen, crying, hurting...
It always hurt to watch a friend die and know there was nothing you could do...
Maureen had Joanne to cry into, Mimi cried into Benny, Collins sat by himself, but that didn't stop the tears.
And Roger?
He was on the windowsill, looking out the window into the snow covered city below.
He didn't know how he could afford this.
He didn't know how he could afford anything anymore.
All he knew was his best friend, his lover, was dead.
Grabbing his coat, Roger left.
No one stopped him.
They were all crying, their own relationships with the young filmmaker filling their minds.
At least Mark Cohen went with his camera, they would later say.
At least he went quickly.