"I just came to say goodbye," I stuttered, looking up into Roger's pained
eyes.
"Mimi-"
"You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees?" I whispered with tears in my eyes. "You don't want to watch me die?"
Roger stared down at me, as he was a good foot taller. I pressed my hand against the leather material of his jacket.
"Goodbye, Love." I choked.
Roger caressed my cheek and clutched my hand tightly.
"Glory." he mumbled, "I have to find."
And with that he stumbled out of the apartment.
I stared at the spot that he had been just a second ago, my hands shaking.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Benny.
"Please," I murmured. "Don't touch me.I'm scared- I need to go away."
Benny looked concerned, and then Mark came over to join us, his camera gripped tightly in his hands. They exchanged some words. Were they talking to me? All I could do was picture Roger running out the door. I see their lips moving, but I catch about every other word.
A Clinic?
A Rehab?
Mimi Marquez in a rehab? No way.
I looked around the loft one last time, my eyes lingering on Roger's empty AZT bottles strewn on the floor.
"Goodbye, Love," I said again, shakily. "Hello, Disease."
Pushing Benny's arm away, I rushed out of the apartment, blinded by tears.
"Mimi-"
"You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees?" I whispered with tears in my eyes. "You don't want to watch me die?"
Roger stared down at me, as he was a good foot taller. I pressed my hand against the leather material of his jacket.
"Goodbye, Love." I choked.
Roger caressed my cheek and clutched my hand tightly.
"Glory." he mumbled, "I have to find."
And with that he stumbled out of the apartment.
I stared at the spot that he had been just a second ago, my hands shaking.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Benny.
"Please," I murmured. "Don't touch me.I'm scared- I need to go away."
Benny looked concerned, and then Mark came over to join us, his camera gripped tightly in his hands. They exchanged some words. Were they talking to me? All I could do was picture Roger running out the door. I see their lips moving, but I catch about every other word.
A Clinic?
A Rehab?
Mimi Marquez in a rehab? No way.
I looked around the loft one last time, my eyes lingering on Roger's empty AZT bottles strewn on the floor.
"Goodbye, Love," I said again, shakily. "Hello, Disease."
Pushing Benny's arm away, I rushed out of the apartment, blinded by tears.
