Disclaimer: Still not mine m'dears. I can dream though.

A/N: Oh my god. I'm so sorry about not writing anything lately. Life has been crazy and the only time I have to write is in my computer class. So I try to write a story when I don't have work to do in class. I'm trying to make more time to write though so I don't lose all of you guys. I love all of my readers!

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Broken Bottles

He remembered the look in her eyes when she handed the letter to him…the look in her eyes when she left. She had walked out of his life for good, leaving him alone…and he couldn't take it anymore.

It had been almost a week since Mimi walked out on Roger, and nobody could get him to do or say anything. He just sat in his room with his guitar in his lap and the letter clutched in his hand. Empty beer bottles littered the floor, and every so often Mark could hear the breaking of glass, which meant Roger was throwing another fit and breaking any bottle he could reach. When Roger wasn't breaking things, he was crying. He would cry for hours on end, breaking the hearts of all of his friends.

The whole gang sat around in the loft, listening to Roger. He wouldn't let anyone in to see him, so they all just sat around. Mark, Maureen, Collins, and Joanne waited for him to come out of his room, but he never did.

One day, all of the noise stopped, and Roger came out of his room. He was a mess, his eyes were rimmed with red and he his cheeks were puffy from his constant crying. He had finally changed his clothes and put his guitar and the letter down.

He looked at their concerned faces, running his fingers through his hair nervously. Maureen finally broke the silence. "Roger, we were so worried…" she said, getting up and hugging him tightly. The others followed, each hugging him. He awkwardly hugged them all back, pushing them away after a bit.

"Did she call? She said she would call..." he asked hopefully, looking at their phone. "I didn't hear the phone ring." None of them answered, fearing he would lock himself up again. He sighed, taking in heir silence. "I didn't think she would..." he said quietly, disappointment filling his face.

Collins walked over to him, touching his shoulder lightly. "Sorry man..." he said carefully, studying Roger's face.

Roger sighed. "Whatever...I'm going back to bed." he muttered, pushing Collins' hand off of him and heading towards his room. Joanne and Mark grabbed Roger's wrists. "No." they both said, stopping him.

Roger glared at both of them, but didn't try to fight them off. "It isn't good to lock yourself up like you've been doing." Mark said quietly as they pulled him over to the couch. Roger sat down, staring at his friends blankly.

"I don't understand..." he said, his voice shaking. "Why did she leave me? Did I do something wrong?" Maureen sat next to him, rubbing his back gently. None of them had an answer, but he wasn't expecting one. Only she knew the reason she left him, and that reason would be left unspoken and unknown. "Do you think she will come back?" he asked, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. "I loved her...I still do. Is that bad?"

Collins sighed and shook his head. "That doesn't make you bad." he said softly. "Love doesn't disappear just like that."

Roger hung his head, his shoulders shaking as he cried. "Thank you..." he managed to get out. "You guys...are true friends" The four looked at each other and then looked at Roger before they all hugged him. They sat together with their arms around each other, one unified group.

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A/N: So I hope you all like this. Review and tell me what you think!