AN: Gaaaah, my stories are getting progressively shorter! *angstangstangst* Okay, over it. I must say, I lvoe Roger. Emo Pants Muffin... yeah, I went there. ANYWAYS...

RENT belongs to a dead genius and a bunch of family members and junk, and as far as I know, I belong in neither category, so THERE!


With April, it was like flying. Whether that was because of the heroin, or if it was just her, I'll never know, but it was fucking fun, you know? She was just so... amazing, and alive.

Until she was dead, that is.

I never would've pegged her as the type to cut herself to do it. When we talked about suicide, which we did surprisingly often, she always said she'd go sky diving, and just not pull the cord. I thought that was pretty bad ass, compared to OD-ing on Asprin and some of Collins' Stoli. But, as it turns out, April wasn't as bad ass as she seemed.

I mean, giving up just because you have HIV is pretty fucking pathetic. What if Angel had done that? All of our lives would be so much worse. She lifted us all out of the gutters, pretty impressive for a person who lived in one for most of her life. And hers would've been too; no Collins. I can't imagine the horror of a world where the two of them didn't meet up. And that would be just cosmically unjust, or something.

Now, Mimi... I can't quite describe what being with her is like. She just... fills me up. It"s not always good, believe me, but everything feels... comfortable. Since she, well... I'd say died, but she's around again, so um... "faltered", I've sort of come to terms with the fact that someday, one of us will die. But I'm okay with that. No day but today, I have come to understand.

And love... real love is so worth it. I'd never give it up any sooner than I have to.

So kids, wear sunscreen. Nah, just kidding.


So, what you think? You like, you not like, you eat baked goods? Tell meee!