A/N: This is the shortest fanfic I've ever written, hands down.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, RENT owns me. But if RENT is what it owns, does that mean I am RENT?
Angel's gone. It's been two weeks, and I can't fucking take it anymore. Everything reminds me of her. The Life, out apartment, even the rain. She's in everything. Maybe she's doing it on purpose, to remind me I'm not alone. But the only thing it's doing is reminding me of what I lost.
About once a day or so, one of my friends, OUR friends, will come to my door and ask me to do something or other, go out, have fun. But how can I do that when Angel is all I can think about?
I'm getting out of here.
I can't stay in New York anymore.
She'll forgive me.
It's over.
It's over.
It's over.
It's…over.