A/n: Welcome to the last chapter of Bohemian life thanks for stick with me after the long wait I've been real busy with schoolwork! Anyway so enjoy...

Three days later, Mark walked happily home from work, camera in hand, with the idea of lying in his bed for an hour and then going to visit Magenta. He walked into his appartment expecting a quiet night, to find Mimi and Roger already there sitting solemnly on the couch. Mark's eyes swivelled around the room, nope, nothing was missing.

"What I do?"

"It's-Magenta," said Mimi quietly looking at the ground.

mark's eyes widened, he mouthed words that couldn't be heard, the camera fell from his hand and shattered on the ground, but Mark's mind was elsewhere.

"Please, God, no," he finally spluttered, and grabbed Roger by the neck, "Tell me it's not true, she's-she's not-"

Tears trickled softly over the curves on Mark's face, he let go of Roger and fell to the floor.

Mimi took something from her pocket,

"I'm so sorry, Mark," she whispered, offering Mark a small locket, he took it, curious and fumbled with it, trying to open it.

"She said I was to give it to you if anything-".

She stopped as Mark finally managed to open it, inside was a tiny photograph of Magenta's birthday party, Magenta had obviously took the photograph herself as she was in the corner of it waving with Mark's glasses on. Roger was giving Mimi a piggy back, whilst wearing a durex on his head, Mimi giggling and laughing. Mark was on the floor glassesless, obviously looking for them and just about to crawl into a wall.

Mark cried bitter tears, but the photograph made him smile just the same.

"Excuse me, " he said, his voice faint, "But I need to be alone."

Mimi and Roger nodded without a word and left the appartment.

Mark walked through his room and flumped onto the bed.

"I don't get it," he said to apparently no-one still looking at the photograph, absorbing every detail, "I really don't get it, I thought she was the one, my special someone, Why not me, why did she go that way? Why? WHY?"

He thought of his first moments with her, they were in a girls bathroom, it would have made him laugh if he wasn't feeling so depressed. Normaly the guy saved the girl not the girl saving Marky from a bunch of evil women with grudges and heavy handbags.

Tears rolled endlessly down his face, outlining every mark.

"I LOVED YOU MAGENTA!" he screamed so loud his voice hurt and the noise echoed of the walls.

Mark shook himself out of his reverie, he was though the kitchen with a penknife in his left hand, but he had no recollection of leaving his room.

He could hear Mimi and Roger running up the stairs, probably coming to make sure he wasn't going to do something stupid, he thought to himself bitterly.

Mark didn't care anymore, there would be no-one to calm down by the time he go to him.

Mark carved the knife sharply into his soft flesh, he didn't feel anything. Harder, the vein split, blood snaked out trickling down his hand to the floor where it soaked into the carpet turning it from blue to a dirty maroon. Mark heard his door open, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Mark felt dizzy, the blood flow persisted, he plunged the knife into his other wrist, harder and deeper than befor, the veins split imeadiately just as the kitchen door burst open.

The last thing Mark heard once Mimi scream, but her voice was a million miles away. Mark blanked out never to see this world again and his body fell to the floor. Mimi continued to scream, Roger merely gaped at his once best friend.

Mimi stopped screaming and imeadiatly fainted, Roger grabbed her by the waist at the last second.

He gently placed her to the ground, and turned to Mark,

"You fucking idiot," he shouted at Mark's body,crying just the same, "Idiot, you stupid, bastard, how could you do that!"

Mark, naturally, just lay there.

"You know what!" Roger said a deranged look on his face, "fuck you, " and laughed insanely. He climbed to his feet and ran out of the door laughing madly.

Five minutes later Mimi came back to her senses and saw Mark,

"Oh, Marky, why did you do that?" she sniffed, she leant over to his ear and whispered, "Say hi to Collins and Angel for me,"

Then the front door burst open, it was Crystal and...Magenta!

"Mark," shouted Crystal, "It's a miracle, Magenta's alive."

Mimi's eyes widened and she dived to the other side of the kitchen, clambered to her feet and walked casually out of the kitchen and pulled the door behind her.

"Magenta," she mouthed, "How, I mean but-"

"I know," Magenta said smiling "I don't get it either, I was sure I was gone I could've sworn I saw a white light but then I was falling and next thing I knew I was awake in the hospital, Crystal leaning over me-"

Crystal interupted,

"Me and Angel didn't think she was ready yet, she needs to be with her Marky."

"Yeah, but Mimi, call me crazy but when I was unconscious, I could've sworn that I saw two people one looked like my old prffesor, Tom Collins and the other was a girl, she had long waist length black hair and and beautiful hazelnut eyes, she was wearing a sort of mrs Clause outfit,"

"ANGEL," gasped Mimi.

"Yeah, she might've been an angel, but-"

"Are you sure it was a girl?"

"Yes but-"

"For definate?"

"YES! SHE HAD BREASTS FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,"

"no I mean, but was it a drag queen,"

"Drag Queen? What planet are you on, no I told you it was a girl, which I think is wierd because I thought that Tom was gay and they were holding hands,"

Mimi smiled.

"So," said Magenta, "where is my Marky?"

Mimi came back down with a thump.
"He-Mark? He- Oh, I'm sorry Magenta.." she swung open the door, both girls screamed.

Magenta ran to her "Marky" leant down and kissed him on his frozen lips.

"Marky, why?" she hiccoughed, crying her eyes out, "Oh Marky," she felt onto his chest crying.

"MARKY, PLEASE WAKE UP, PLEASE," she screamed, gently slapping his face, her own chest heaving heavily with the tears, "IF THERE IS A GOD YOU WILL WAKE!"

She grabbed his face and kissed him again, violently biting his lip as she did so.

The other girls, sadly watched on at this ghastly scene before their eyes.

She grabbed the penknife from his hand.

"NO, Magenta, please," squealed Crystal,"You got a second chance to live, don't!"

"There is no life without Marky," she cried bitterly, and plunged the knife into her own tender wrists, so hard, it slipped up her arm, Magenta screamed in utter agony.

Crystal squealed again,

"NO HONEY, DON'T -"

Magenta, plunged it into her other wrists managing to scream,

"I LOOOOOOOOVEEEEEE YOOOUU MMAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK,"

And passed out from the pain onto her beloved Mark and fell into an eternal slumber, hopefully meeting her lover on the other side...