A/N: This was seriously sprouted from a sentence. No joke. Well, hope you enjoy!
MR
I stood at that certain spot in the graveyard, my eyes resting on the small, shiny bottle of cobalt blue nail polish that was placed on her grave stone. Collins must have been by earlier. The grave was well-kept. In addition to the polish, there was a single red rose and an envelope with Collin's neat handwriting nestled carefully in front of the freshly- cut flower. I smiled at myself, feeling my eyes swell with unshed tears. I needed so badly to let go. If not here, then where? No day but today. I shuddered at the all too familiar words of the late drag queen.
I took in a shaking breath and started to say, "I can't do it, Angel. I can't keep living this way. I tried so hard to stay strong for everyone during the… the funeral, but I…" I let out a small, gasping sob. "I can't anymore. Roger left, Mimi's missing, and I… I just…. I want to go, Angel. I want to see you. I want to LEAVE." My once clear voice broke and my speech was changed drastically to a rushed mumble. "I'll be able to see you, Angel. I miss you. Why, oh why couldn't have it been me?"
I fell to my knees and before I knew it, gut- wrenching sobs forced their way through my raw throat. Squeezing my eyes shut, I quickly strained to keep them inaudible, and within a few seconds, they returned to the gasps of air that they were before.
"Mark…." I heard an all too familiar voice utter my name in a pain- filled whisper from behind me.
My eyes suddenly snapped open. Was that… could it be?
My body was whipped around by two strong arms, the disorientation followed by the feeling of a body meeting mine in a crushing embrace.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Roger said, sobbing into my shirt.
For once, I didn't pat his back and tell him it was okay. For this one time, I wrapped my arms around him and let myself go. I imagined the scene from the lens in my mind and smiled through the tears.
Fades out on the two men, both finding comfort in the arms of a true friend. Above them, an angel smiles warmly.
MR
A/N: Well, that button down there looks awfully lonely…..