Rent
"December 24th, 9pm eastern standard time," I quickly stopped the film rolling. Too many things had happened since that day. Since I stood with the camera pointed at Roger, ready to start a new chapter. I glanced at the spot where Roger had sat tuning his guitar. The apartment seemed so quiet, empty without him. I shivered; it was getting colder. It reminded me of Mimi, she was cold, wanted a light for her candle. Her appearance in Roger's life was both a blessing and his downfall. She brought him outside, let him live and love again. But now...now...
I scowled at my camera, hating the memories it had stirred up. Turning my back on it I breathed a heavy sigh. I tried to think of other things. Maureen had left, to go to Hollywood of all places, who'd have thought? A little while after I had turned down that job offer, it was Maureen who had caught the attention of Alexi Darling. She had worked her way up and we were soon seeing her off on her way to fame and fortune. Joanne, well her and Maureen had broken up yet again although with Maureen so far away it's doubtful that they'll get back together this time. Joanne pops in every now and again to see how I am, but now she's usually busy with work, especially with her promotion and everything. I don't blame her, after all who am I to her? Her ex's ex. I'm nothing.
My mind went to another friend, Collins. He was living his dream out in Santa Fe. He had invited me to go along but I couldn't go. What was tying me here? What wasn't letting me leave this place?
Roger's guitar caught my eye; I carefully picked it up and gently strummed it. It was out of tune. Roger would have hated that. I could imagine him sitting there until every string was perfectly in tune. A tear escaped from my eye. When it came to music Roger had been a perfectionist. I put the guitar back in its corner. I should have known, should have guessed at least. After...after we lost Mimi, we lost Roger, in spirit anyway. His body was still there, a robot, an empty shell. He had known and lost love twice. He was ready to give up, turned back to drugs. The doctor said it was a massive drugs overdose that killed him. Took him away from me. And now I sit down, my breath clearly visible in the icy cold of the apartment. The fire is reduced to ashes, but I don't see, don't care. I am alone.
"December 24th, 9pm eastern standard time," I quickly stopped the film rolling. Too many things had happened since that day. Since I stood with the camera pointed at Roger, ready to start a new chapter. I glanced at the spot where Roger had sat tuning his guitar. The apartment seemed so quiet, empty without him. I shivered; it was getting colder. It reminded me of Mimi, she was cold, wanted a light for her candle. Her appearance in Roger's life was both a blessing and his downfall. She brought him outside, let him live and love again. But now...now...
I scowled at my camera, hating the memories it had stirred up. Turning my back on it I breathed a heavy sigh. I tried to think of other things. Maureen had left, to go to Hollywood of all places, who'd have thought? A little while after I had turned down that job offer, it was Maureen who had caught the attention of Alexi Darling. She had worked her way up and we were soon seeing her off on her way to fame and fortune. Joanne, well her and Maureen had broken up yet again although with Maureen so far away it's doubtful that they'll get back together this time. Joanne pops in every now and again to see how I am, but now she's usually busy with work, especially with her promotion and everything. I don't blame her, after all who am I to her? Her ex's ex. I'm nothing.
My mind went to another friend, Collins. He was living his dream out in Santa Fe. He had invited me to go along but I couldn't go. What was tying me here? What wasn't letting me leave this place?
Roger's guitar caught my eye; I carefully picked it up and gently strummed it. It was out of tune. Roger would have hated that. I could imagine him sitting there until every string was perfectly in tune. A tear escaped from my eye. When it came to music Roger had been a perfectionist. I put the guitar back in its corner. I should have known, should have guessed at least. After...after we lost Mimi, we lost Roger, in spirit anyway. His body was still there, a robot, an empty shell. He had known and lost love twice. He was ready to give up, turned back to drugs. The doctor said it was a massive drugs overdose that killed him. Took him away from me. And now I sit down, my breath clearly visible in the icy cold of the apartment. The fire is reduced to ashes, but I don't see, don't care. I am alone.