Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Jonathan Larson or RENT. The end.
A/N: Oh my god I'm soooo sorry about not writing in so long. Anyways, this is the new series I was talking about in the last fic I posted. Hopefully it'll be a good one. I hope y'all enjoy it now!
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Love Lost
"I didn't even get to say goodbye…." Roger sobbed, burying his face into Collins' chest. "She's dead and I didn't even get to say goodbye!" Collins sighed softly, rubbing his friends back carefully. "Why did this have to happen?" Roger continued, his words now muffled. "Why? First April, then Angel, and now Mimi. Who else is going to die?"
"I don't know man. Hopefully nobody is going to die any time soon." Collins murmured, trying to comfort him. Roger hiccupped in response, whimpering slightly as he clung to Collins. Collins watched him sadly, pulling Rogers blanket tighter around the rockers shoulders. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I'm here for you…" He said softly, absentmindedly running his fingers through Rogers hair. "Sorry…" He muttered, pulling his hands away when he felt Roger move.
"Her parents hated me." Roger said quietly, looking up at Collins. "They wouldn't let me see her, even though she asked. They probably told her that I didn't love her anymore…" New tears tricked down his cheeks. "She died thinking that I hated her…but I didn't…I mean, I don't. I love her…and now she's dead and I'll never get to tell her that ever again!" He groaned, slamming his fist against the pillow by Collins' leg.
Collins jumped and nearly fell off of his bed. "Jesus Christ man, I know you're upset…but no need to get violent." Roger rubbed his head, muttering a response as he picked the pillow up, studying it for a moment before setting it down in Collins' lap. "What are you doing?" Collins asked, looking at him. Roger wiped his eyes, trying to get his tears to stop. Instantly, a new wave came on and he buried his face into the pillow that was on Collins' lap.
This was awkward…Roger had his face in his lap. He closed his eyes, sighing as he leaned back against the headboard. A jolt of electricity went though him as he felt Roger move again. "You okay?" He asked quietly, opening his eyes, "Can I get you anything?"
Roger shook his head, turning over so he was looking up at the anarchist. "No…letting me stay here is more than enough…" He swallowed, rubbing the wetness off of his face. "I couldn't go back there…" There was the small, cramped apartment Mimi and Roger had shared, even though she was living with her parents in the last few months of her life.
Collins nodded. "I know how that is, don't worry. I've been there…" Roger smiled up at him, closing his eyes. "I'm here for you… I'll always be here for you. You can guarantee that."
"You'll always be here for me?" Roger murmured, sighing slightly as he started to relax. "You promise?" Collins smiled, resting his hand on Rogers shoulder. "I promise that I'll always be here for you." Roger nodded, pulling the blanket over the both of them. "Don't go." He murmured, grabbing Collins' hand to make sure he didn't. "I'm not going anywhere." Collins said softly, squeezing Rogers hand. "I'm staying right here…"
"Will you be here when I wake up?" He asked, opening his eyes slightly to look at him. Collins nodded. "You bet." Roger smiled and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. Collins sighed, running his thumb over the top of Roger's hand as he slept, finally peaceful.
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A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter. I hope it turned out okay. I have at least four more chapters planned in my head, but I won't continue unless I know you all want me to…so let me know!