If I owned RENT...

I have no clue what the hell I'd be doing, but it wouldn't be writing fanfiction.


He couldn't believe her. She had batted her long lashes and him and pouted her overdone purple lips, let him open his battered heart to her, and now…

"I'm sorry I'm late…."

Bullshit, all of it.

She was so dramatic, like an actress in Mark's old black-and-white films. A seductress. He used to think there was something tragic about her, but now he knew. It was all an act to get what she wanted: smack and fuck.

She was still so beautiful, though. Why did she have to be so beautiful? He remembered how she danced, her hips swaying from side to side, the pulsing lights colorful on her. Every movement graceful, raw, speaking of sex, drugs and rock n' roll…

Where was she now?

He saw her in an alley, shaking and pale, the dim light making her features sharp and skeletal. She put the needle under her translucent skin and into a bulging blue vein…her eyes glazed over, forgetting the world…the same mistake he had made…

Then, her face emerged quietly in his mind. Her pretty brown eyes were wide, strands of her wavy hair fell in her face, lit by a single candle…she looked like the young girl she pretended she wasn't…He pushed her face away violently. Ho, he tried to convince himself, spreading her legs open for the world…

Really, though, he could never believe that. He could never stop loving her, though she could make him so angry, so bitter.

"Black leather and lace," Benny had said. The words burned violently in his mind. He could just imagine how she looked, her hair let loose, the moonlight shining off her curves, and the tight leather…

He wasn't sure if he hated her or loved her more.


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-Whispy