Contact
By: Luna Ace
They had laid in bed together, tangled in each other arm, and the sun had broken through the broken window. He looked over to his lover and kissed his cheek, hoping to wake him from their night of hot, yet steamy passion. Yet, the man, who had short dark hair, and tanned skim never moved.
The man arose from his spot in the bed, and looked around. His belongings laid almost everywhere. His lover's clothing—and black wig were there as well. He then understood his' lover's final words: It's over.
Tears began to fall as he covered his lover with the white sheets of their bed. Then he decided to clean up himself, and his apartment. Swallowing hard again, he finally called his friends. He had to tell them about him… her.
***
Looking at his face in the guy's apartment, the African American frowned. The fighting between his friends had continued. Only he and another had tried to stop the fighting, yet none of the others stopped.
Finally he closed his eyes, and said the words he didn't want to say.
And, gasps had entrusted. A few questions arose, all that led to a shake of a head. Their savior was dead. His lover, and their friend... She had changed them all.
And, then— once again bickering had erupted.
***
Passion had filled their bodies in the wake of the night. Each had been screaming the other's name. And, only one of them had entered the luminous tunnel, in which resulted to death. Only one stayed behind…
End.
An: My first rent-fic. This idea came to me will watching Rent, Angel and thinking of "Contact". Please R/R!
-Ace