Title: Filmmaker Who
Author: ReticentSurprise
Rating: PG for language.
Pairings: If you want M/R, take it as such.
Disclaimer: They belong to Jonathan Larson. I promise to put them back when I'm done.
A/N: 100 word drabble. First RENT-fic I'm posting. Beta-Grrl was unavailable, so any help is greatly appreciated. Title open to changes -- I can't settle on something I like.
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Look, Mark's not like the rest of us. Things get to him. He feels it, records it, labels it, and saves it. He disengages because if he doesn't --
I'm doing it again, I know. Don't think I don't know. And the doctors say it's normal, that before long I'll stop. I'll get used to it. Accept it.
Shit.
I don't want to. That'll make it real, unchangeable, put down in words for all time in ink.
In stone.
In a cold, unfeeling marble angel. No, granite. Can't afford marble.
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Mark Cohen
1971-2003
Beloved Filmmaker Who
Will Be Sorely Missed
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