AN: So, this is my first real fanfic. Reviews are welcome, but please remember to be nice. I guess I'd like to dedicate this to Samantha (ILikeScarvesAndGuitars) for encouraging me to post this. This came to me almost as a response to her fic, Come To My Window, which you should all check out.
If I was Jonathan Larson (or someone related to him), I would own RENT, but I most likely wouldn't be posting here.
Angel missed her Collins. She missed seeing him smile when he woke up to find her staring at him. She missed dancing with him, and kissing him, and laughing at people giving them weird looks, and walking through the park with him.
Angel was dead though, there was no way around it. And through her death, she had finally broken free of all the pain surrounding her final months of life.
She hadn't wanted her death to be dramatic. She was happy that only her lover was there. She knew she was going, and she squeezed his hand and peacefully went.
Heaven wasn't completely painless, though. She hated looking down on Collins and watching him walk around blankly, as if all meaning was gone from his life. She hated watching him try to sleep on the couch (sleep never did come, though) because he couldn't stand not feeling her next to him in the bed. She watched him turn into a pre-Mimi Roger. A Roger she'd only heard about and felt for, and was so happy she'd never met.
One day they'd be together again, she wanted to let him know. Angel wished with all her heart that Collins could feel her watching him, could feel her un-dying love for him.
She wanted him to know that she was okay. And to let him know she'd wait for him to come to her. They'd be together again eventually. She wanted him to know he could take as much time as he needed to come home to where he belonged. With her.