I don't own RENT or something. o.o I love it though.

"Why did you have to go?" Collins asked out loud to seemingly no one in particular. "Why did God have to take my Angel away from me…?"

A cool wind sent a shiver down his spine as he sauntered down the sidewalk. He was retracing the same steps he had walked down with his lover only a little over a year ago. Where Angel had bought him a coat out of the kindness of her heart and where they had promised each other to watch over one another. Always. It was almost painful remembering…

Collins stared silently at the ground as he passes the All Life Café. Too many memories… joyful, yet painful.

"La vie boheme…" He absentmindedly sang softly, smiling a little to himself. He reflected over his memories of Maureen's protest and the party they had had afterwards in that very café.

"I miss you, Angel," he whispered to her in the silence. And all he received was silence.

He finally turned into a graveyard and wandered through the rows of graves, stopping solemnly at one and kneeling down.

Angel's grave. He longed to talk to her again.

"It's been a year exactly since your death," Collins started, fighting back mournful tears welling up in his eyes, "On this day last year, AIDS took your life from me! It should be getting about time to take me too." He paused and lay the coat Angel had worn for Christmas around the small grave.

"Often times I wondered whether I should join you early or not," he continued, a tear coming down his cheek easily now, "But I figure I'm going to be joining you soon anyway.

"Mimi said you looked great when she almost died; it's great to know you're still with us…" Tears flowed freely down his cheeks now. "Thanks for saving her. Roger was so relieved- we all were."

"I guess I just miss you a lot… it feels nice being able to talk again, though. I can't wait to hear your voice again…" he forced a smile and a small chuckle, "I loved your sense of rhythm as well. You played on buckets like drums like it was nobody's business."

Collins wiped his eyes with his sleeve spreading the salty tears along his face. He stood up and looked behind him. They were all there: Maureen, Joanne, Mark, Roger, Mimi… they had probably been there the whole time.

"Hey thanks for coming out here," he said, approaching them. Mimi smiled sadly as Maureen and Roger stared at the ground.

"Of course we came. We had to come." Mark put his hand on Collins's shoulder comfortingly. "We all miss him too." The other four nodded and came closer to Collins.

"Thanks, man. My God it seems like so long ago… but yet… it also feels like no time has passed at all."

"I know what you mean," Joanne replied from beside him. "Time goes so fast."

"Yeah… so are you and Maureen going to get engaged again?" He turned towards Maureen who was smiling wickedly back over at Joanne.

Joanne returned the smile and turned back to Collins. "Yeah, I think so."

"Great." Mimi and Roger returned from paying their respects to Angel.

"How you feeling Collins?" Roger asked warmly as he patted him on the back.

"Better now," he admitted, his eyes finally drying up a bit. "But uh, I'm going to head on out for now… I'll return to the apartments later."

"All right, take care Collins," Mimi told him, quickly dabbing away a small tear from her eye in the hopes that no one would notice. It made Collins smile.

"Thanks." He headed out of the graveyard as the rest of them visited Angel's grave. It was great that they all had come to visit with him but the main thing was that he finally had gotten to speak with Angel again.

Which was all he had ever really wanted.

He laughed, the tears returning. "Oh God I can die now. Return me to my Angel!" He smiled painfully at the heavens before moving on, ignoring the stares from a few passersby.