A/N: Well, this little story randomly popped into my head the other day, and I thought I'd share it with you all :D! Dedicated to Edie – love you, honey! Please R&R! It would make my day!
Mark POV
For someone who longs for a community of his own, who's with his camera - alone?
I stare blankly at the open door, not really seeing it. Not seeing anything.
Alone.
You're right, Roger, I am alone. I have no money, my girlfriend has left me for another woman, and now my best friend is gone...supposedly forever.
Mark hides in his work.
My chest tightens. As if it weren't enough to lose Angel; bright, sunny Angel who never hurt a fly… now I've lost you too. Who's next? Mimi? Collins? Maybe I hide in my work because you don't know how much pain I'm in.
Facing your failure, facing your loneliness...
You never knew how much pain I was in. No one did. Except maybe Angel. But now she's gone… and there's no one left who understands me.
You're always preaching not to be numb, when that's how you thrive.
No, Roger, you're wrong. I feel everything. I just don't show it. I don't show anyone that I'm slowly dying inside. Just like you are, man.
Poor baby.
Yeah, poor me. Always hiding behind my camera, scared of confrontation. So lonely. Still head over heels for the girl who never really loved me. Dying. That's right, Roger, I'm dying.
Alone.