A/N: Hope this is ok! I'm working on this…I might have another chapter up soon, but Kags and I are off to Florida next Saturday! And Happy Birthday to me! July 30!
Disclaimer: lalala I don't own RENT lalala….
Roger went back to the loft around 4:00 that day. He found a note on the table:
Roger-
Went out with the guys. Be back around 9 or so. Try to get out of the house.
-Mark
Roger sighed and sat on the couch. The words kept replaying in his head:
Flashback
"She's gone…Mimi Marquez is dead. I'm terribly sorry Mr. Davis."
"What…no! Mimi! No, she's not gone. She can't be…"
"I'm sorry, Roger. She passed away at 3:47 this morning. I know you loved her, and she loved you, too. In fact, she wanted you to have this…"
The uniform-clad doctor handed Roger a note:
Dear Roger,
I hate to leave you. Please know that it was not my fault. I'm sorry our child will never get to live. I know she would have been lovely, and would have had a great daddy. Say goodbye to Mark and Collins and Maureen and Joanne for me. Heck, even say goodbye to Benny! I will soon be reunited with my chica Angel in Heaven. She and I will be watching over you. I love you, Roger, and I always will. Goodbye, love.
Love always, Mimi
End flashback
Roger took the note out of his pocket. He had carried it around with him ever since she died. The words haunted him, and the ink had even faded into the crumpled up and worn piece of paper. He looked at his guitar and began to play a familiar melody.
Your eyes
As we said our goodbyes…
The song he had written for Mimi when he went to Santa Fe. They all thought that she was going to die that night, right then and there. A miracle luckily happened; a special…Angel…had saved her, told her to keep on going. Roger remembered this night now.
A single tear rolled down his face towards his guitar.
A/N: I know this probably is bad, and I know I can do better. But hey, you know what helps writers become better? Reviews! And hmm, what's that little button for there? You know what to do!