A/N: First RENT fanfic that I've posted. Review for me and I might write more stories.
Disclaimer: All characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful Jonathan Larson.
Mark Remembers
Mark sighed as he turned the corner and saw the gates. He never liked going to the cemetery…but he promised that he would visit once she died. He wandered up and down the rows for a while before finding hers and sitting on the ground next to it. He carefully traced the letters of her name, a sad smile filling his face. And then he remembered.
Mark remembered how she would come home every night drunk off her ass and high as a kite.
Mark remembered how mad Roger would get at her, how he would yell at her until she started to cry.
Mark remembered how she always ran to him, sobbing.
Mark remembered how he always tried to comfort her, even though he knew that every night was going to be the same.
Mark remembered how she would kiss his cheek gently when she was done crying.
Mark remembered how she walked out of the room, graceful yet dejected.
Mark remembered hearing her apologize to his best friend.
Mark remembered how much it broke his heart to hear him accept her apology, because he knew that she would never quit.
But what Mark remembered the most was the night that she died. He stood by her bed, holding her hand. And she said, 'Promise to visit me. Promise me Mark…' And he promised. Her last words to him were 'Take care of Roger for me…' And then she was gone.
He remembered how he had cried so hard when all the machines stopped beeping. He remembered Roger collapsing onto the floor. And he remembered comforting him, just like he had comforted her all those nights.
And he cried now. He cried just as hard as he did then. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, surprised. "Roger?"
A/N: Wow. That turned out a lot sadder than I planned it to. I hope you liked it.