Whoo, I wrote! This is an idea I got while in Mexico, and just got around to finishing. It's kinda short, called Violet Tree, is heavily based off of the Alice Ripley song of the same name, and, for some odd reason, it's Mark/Mimi, kind of.
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Enyoj!!

Violet Tree
by Sophia Anderson
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We stood outside after the funeral. Not many people had showed up, but the sidewalk outside was so busy.
I touched her arm slightly. Listen, do you want to come back to the loft? Maureen and Joanne...
She shook her head.
I whispered, using her old nickname.
Everyone always used to call her violet tree, because of the time she died her hair purple. With her big bushy hair, we all agreed that she looked like a big purple tree, especially when she wore her old brown sweats. I almost smile at the memory.
Please, Mark. Don't do this. I can't... She choked on her words, and turned away from me.
I tried to wrap my arms around her, but she pushed me away. I try again. Mimi, I know...
She cuts me off. Listen Mark, I know you mean well, but... I just don't want to talk right now. I just... I can't, ok?
I say.
She walked away after that. Away from the church, away from the memories, and away from me. Roger had died first, and, for some strange reason, I assumed that Mimi and I would hook up after that. It made sense to me. We would both be grieving over Roger's death, and we would keep each other company.
Obviously, it didn't make sense to her.
I never saw her again. She said she needed alone time, and I let her have it. I let her have it for the rest of my life.
She visited Maureen once. Nobody told me this, but it was obvious. Their apartment smelled like her. That was the only clue I needed. I knew her smell by heart, if that's possible. She left a few things of hers at the loft, and for a while after she left, I breathed them in every night before sleeping. It was a unique smell, and I would recognize it anywhere.
I never asked Maureen about it. I was afraid to know why she had left. I was afraid it was because of me.
It's been five years, and sometimes I still wonder wonder if she'll come back. I wonder if she still thinks of me, if she's still alive. I wonder why she left. I wonder where she went when she left. I know she'll probably never come home, but the optimistic part of me, what little there is of it, likes to think that one day she will. That one day, I'll open the door, and there she'll be, all 51' of her, and she'll smile that brilliant smile at me. We'll call Maureen and Joanne, and maybe Collins if he's still around, and maybe even Benny, and we'll all go down to the Life and party. Just like old times.
But halfway through that fantasy, the rest of me will say, That will never happen, and I come back to reality. The reality where Collins is growing weaker every day, and Maureen and Joanne's fights are happening more often, and Benny has two kids and spends more time at home than ever, and I'm all alone, and Mimi is gone.
So I sigh, and take out some of my old videos. I watch them over and over. Christmas, New Years, birthdays, and everything in between. I watched Rogers mood swings, and Maureen's performances, and Angel's crazy ideas, and I watch couples break up and get back together, and kiss, and hug, and fight, until I can't take it anymore. I put the videos away, and I go to bed, and I wonder what went wrong.