Disclaimer- I own nothing of Rent and this is all Jonathan Larson's stuff. I just like the characters. Review please! My first fanfic that has been put up here. This is a one shot out of boredom, by the way. Had to get some tears and sadness and emotion… This is what came of it. Seen from Angel's point of view because that is the only character I can relate to the best.
Just another emotional drabble. Better stuff coming.
Daylight was slowly creeping through the window blind as soft sobs were heard echoing off the halls. The air was crisp warning many of a cold and somewhat unpleasant day in the smaller apartment. Colours were washed out of the room and uncontrolled emotional release was being performed with much difficulty. The warmth had been drained from the home
"Sometimes it is good to let yourself be overwhelmed." A familiar voice was recalled.
It had been a long day and many things needed to be thought of. Everyone was out, save one person… One person who needed some time alone. Grasped between blue painted nails was a wrinkled tissue, and a nearly empty box in the other hand. Sharp and somewhat pained gasped of air could be heard.
How much longer do I have? A few months? Days?
God help me… No, he wouldn't, would he?
Please, can someone listen to me? I can't breathe anymore…
Dear god no… Dear god no…
Everyone needed to vent, but when your place was to be the happy energetic one, it was a little more difficult. Sometimes it even hurt. Just smile, give people good advice, help, and most importantly… Listen. It could be worse, it could always be worse. You could already be six feet under. You could always be alone. You could always be…forgotten.
Why me? There are so many better people to be with…More worth time…worth love…
Everyone needs love, it brings life.
Purpose.
Taking a deep breath a wave of peace came over but quickly dropped. It became easier to breathe and things seemed to be cleared up. Stumbling off the bed a cracked mirror shown a familiar face. Except it was a little different… It was all real, nothing added and nothing taken away. No makeup, wig, drag…only 'normal' clothes. Everyone is desperate to be remembered. Just so they would be permanently marking a place in time, important.
A bittersweet smile was forced and now it was time to get ready to go. Tears were dried. All of his friends had gone ahead, by request. This wasn't an act of depression or anything… Only a time to think of what was going on, and to emotionally vent and come to terms with what was happening in life. Not one incoherent cry was intended to be heard by anyone else. Just simply to let out raw emotion on anything. These thoughts were intended to be spilled out, and not taken close to heart.
He, no, she was confident in what was happening.
Slipping on new clothes, painting her face, and fixing on the wig was part of this. Part of her. No matter what, Angel was Angel. That Latino drag queen with dark brown eyes and loved everyone too much sometimes. Opening the door with a click another deep breath was taken. Tears to shed? Not anymore. It was time to meet once again at the Life Café.
The blinding sun was a decent enough greeting to the world seen through new eyes. A heart that didn't need to emotionally release bottled feelings.
The door clicked closed once more.
"Sometimes it is good to just let yourself be overwhelmed."
-Finished