A/N: I wanted to do a tribute to RENT's final days, so I'm going to write 100 drabbles/oneshots/very short non-oneshots but not short enough to be drabbles thingies.
I dedicate this story to Jonathan Larson. He rocks. RIP, Jon.
DISCLAIMER – I don't own, I merely employ Jon's wonderful work for my uses.
POV – Roger
TIME – Pre-RENT, day of April's death
WORD COUNT – 158
PAIRING – Roger/April, mentions of Mark/Roger friendship
Shock. That was the word Mark was using to the doctor. "Roger's in shock. He found her."
Her. Roger tasted the word on his tongue. He longed to say Her name, but he thought if he did, Mark would think he was crazier than he already thought he was.
Starting from this morning, when he had found that note and … her, Roger had yet to process everything. Finding your girlfriend… he couldn't face it. Saying it aloud would make it so much more real.
So he sat in denial. Not believing it.
Staring at the wall. Seeing nothing.
He sensed someone next to him. Mark.
"Roger, you need to go say goodbye."
"Mark," he whispered, his voice cracking, "I can't. It makes it too real."
"Roger, you can do it. I'll be here for you. Always."
Roger said nothing, but didn't shrug away the hug
It would be hard, but with Mark, he could get through it.