Perhaps Goodbye is Wrong...
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Don't own, much to my chagrin. I saw it once, though!
Author's Note: So, how am I doing so far? I know that the tense changed it Mark's chapter, but I did that to kind of signify the fact that I had switched into my own addition to the story. Here is Collins' chapter as he and Benny go get smashed. Next up, Mark & Roger. (kind of What You Own). Enjoy!
~~*Collins*~~
I'm sitting in bar with Benny staring into a beer. Who'd have ever thought? I know I should be crying or something, but at the moment there's nothing. I shed all my tears that first day and I think that crying now would be disrespectful of Angel. She'd never have wanted me to be upset...
Everything really fell apart this time. Our little family might actually be beyond repair. It's no surprise that Roger ran off. He never could face his problems, but Mimi's gone also and I'll bet Mark is looking for her. So now it's me and Benny. At least he's acting himself again. I wonder where Maureen and Joanne are...
I don't think it's really sunk in yet that Angel is really gone. Part of me is still expecting her to just walk in, asking my opinion on a dress or teasing me about grading papers. 'You teach?'
God, I can't take this. I take another swig on my beer. Must be my fifth one, I think. And Benny's looking at me with this concerned look on his face. I wonder if he's even touched his drink.
"You know, Collins, maybe you should take it easy on the drinking..." he says softly, obviously unsure of what he should say. He's been so nice today, just being there, paying for the funeral, listening and paying for me to get drunk.
"I prob'ly should," I mutter in response and then sigh. "I just don't know what to do, Benny. He's gone and I don't know what to do." I can feel those traitorous tears pricking the back of my eyes, but refusing to give me comfort. Another large gulp of beer.
"Do whatever it strikes you to do," Benny murmurs, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Teach, open that restaurant, write a book, promote anarchy... Anything that makes life worth it."
Jesus, there is some compassion in that boy. Maybe all that money bought him some deep thoughts... I'm being an asshole, Benny's trying to help. "I just don't want to forget him," I find myself whispering.
"Then don't. Remember all the happy times and know that he's waiting for you to come back for more."
At that, I lean onto Benny's shoulder and close my eyes. He's right and for some reason just hearing it helps. The tears that have eluded me all day finally slip down my cheeks and help me find solace as my old friend whispers condolences into my ears. But I feel better now.
Angel, if you're really up there, wait for me. I love you.
~~~~ Very out of character, I know (it's really short too), but you're going to be when you lose someone like that. Besides, I think it's kinda sweet... Reminder:
Author is a review-junkie!
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Don't own, much to my chagrin. I saw it once, though!
Author's Note: So, how am I doing so far? I know that the tense changed it Mark's chapter, but I did that to kind of signify the fact that I had switched into my own addition to the story. Here is Collins' chapter as he and Benny go get smashed. Next up, Mark & Roger. (kind of What You Own). Enjoy!
~~*Collins*~~
I'm sitting in bar with Benny staring into a beer. Who'd have ever thought? I know I should be crying or something, but at the moment there's nothing. I shed all my tears that first day and I think that crying now would be disrespectful of Angel. She'd never have wanted me to be upset...
Everything really fell apart this time. Our little family might actually be beyond repair. It's no surprise that Roger ran off. He never could face his problems, but Mimi's gone also and I'll bet Mark is looking for her. So now it's me and Benny. At least he's acting himself again. I wonder where Maureen and Joanne are...
I don't think it's really sunk in yet that Angel is really gone. Part of me is still expecting her to just walk in, asking my opinion on a dress or teasing me about grading papers. 'You teach?'
God, I can't take this. I take another swig on my beer. Must be my fifth one, I think. And Benny's looking at me with this concerned look on his face. I wonder if he's even touched his drink.
"You know, Collins, maybe you should take it easy on the drinking..." he says softly, obviously unsure of what he should say. He's been so nice today, just being there, paying for the funeral, listening and paying for me to get drunk.
"I prob'ly should," I mutter in response and then sigh. "I just don't know what to do, Benny. He's gone and I don't know what to do." I can feel those traitorous tears pricking the back of my eyes, but refusing to give me comfort. Another large gulp of beer.
"Do whatever it strikes you to do," Benny murmurs, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Teach, open that restaurant, write a book, promote anarchy... Anything that makes life worth it."
Jesus, there is some compassion in that boy. Maybe all that money bought him some deep thoughts... I'm being an asshole, Benny's trying to help. "I just don't want to forget him," I find myself whispering.
"Then don't. Remember all the happy times and know that he's waiting for you to come back for more."
At that, I lean onto Benny's shoulder and close my eyes. He's right and for some reason just hearing it helps. The tears that have eluded me all day finally slip down my cheeks and help me find solace as my old friend whispers condolences into my ears. But I feel better now.
Angel, if you're really up there, wait for me. I love you.
~~~~ Very out of character, I know (it's really short too), but you're going to be when you lose someone like that. Besides, I think it's kinda sweet... Reminder:
Author is a review-junkie!
