A/N: I'm just cranking out fics here! This is a first for me! I'm starting to love my oneshots and I'm starting to LOVE writing about Ms.Maureen and Mr.Mark! Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I think the stupidest thing I could ever say is that I own Rent. So at the risk of being SMART, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that I DO NOT own Rent. Nor do I own the song No Trace. Adam Pascal owns that.
Half a mile away but still half a life away there's no trace of you
I tell myself that I, I can see you passing by feel no trace of you
The moment after she had told him she was leaving, he could feel a sinking feeling.
"I've found a girl."
"…what?"
"A girl. Her name is Joanne." She announced, pride in her voice.
"But…..aren't you…?"
"Bisexual, Marky."
He raised his eyebrow in doubt.
"But aren't we...?"
"Done." She gave him that smile that she would always give him.
She wished him luck, she said she packed up her things already and was moving into Joanne's apartment, and she left him sitting at their table at their restaurant, speechless.
I just called to tell you I never ever think about lazy days Sunday afternoons
Never miss the comfort of lying naked in the rough and holding me holding you
He had found this Joanne's number crumpled up inside the one drawer they shared in his bedroom.
He tried calling, but whenever he heard somebody pick up, he was always sure to hang up.
It's who you are it's who I am myself I don't want you to forget me no
It's who you are it's who I am myself I don't want you to forget me
I don't want you to regret me I don't want you to release me I don't want it to come easy
He wanted her back. No matter how much he fought with himself, he wanted her back.
He hated himself for wanting her. She had broken his heart.
He figured it would pass in a few weeks. She'd get over this fad.
He also figured that she was in pain of leaving him. She was just covering it up. That's the way Maureen did things. She hid the pain. He knew that deep down inside she was missing him. That she wanted him back.
Whispers in the dark I never hit them off for they're sure of the truth sometimes
Hard enough to stay true to myself oh by the way there's no trace of you
He tried to talk to Roger about it, but he would buckle in laughter every time he would try to bring it up.
He resorted to filming people on the street; trying to catch a glimpse of somebody; somebody special; somebody interesting; somebody fun; somebody like Maureen.
I just called to tell you I heard you found another (guy) I hope (s)he laughs at all your jokes
Does (s)he like the way you laugh does (s)he like the way you crash does (s)he follow you wherever you go?
Two months a three days later; he realized she wasn't going to call.
He pretended he didn't care that she had left him.
He pretended he didn't care that she used him.
That she flirted with him when Joanne wasn't around.
That she grabbed his ass when nobody was looking.
As much as he didn't want there to be; there was still a trace of Maureen.
