A/N: Well my writers block went away! Sry it took me so long...but I had school and stuff. But I'm back with chapter 8!
They cop's later found out that Mark didn't commit suicide. He was violently killed and his killer was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parol. Thanks to Joanne. But even that couldn't settle the mind-numbing pain that everyone felt without him.
Mimi's POV
My whole life I've preached about living without regret and living each day as my last. Now, as I stand up and walk to the podium beside Mark's grave, I feel pain and confusion run through my body. How could someone so sweet and who had the ability to make a difference just die like that? How could healthy, happy Mark die before me or Roger? Before any of us...
My hands shake the paper so violently that I just put it down. Mark hated when people read from a script. Putting down my paper, I walk in front of the podium. I take a deep breath and begin.
"To the world, you might be one person. But to one person, you may be the world."
Tears sting my eyes but I continue on.
" We all loved Mark. Who couldn't? He was the shoulder to lean on. He was the hand to hold. He was the giving, loving man who never put himself first. He always wanted to send a message to the world. He wanted, so badly, to show the world what real life was like. And for that, I respect him. More than anyone."
"My first memory of Mark is one you guys probably don't know. I was about 16 and he was 21, I think. I was working at the Cat Scratch...dancing. I noticed Mark because he was the only guy not drooling over me. Yeah. He was staring but not at my body. He was the only guy in the whole club, who looked me in the eyes. He looked at me and his eyes showed compassion. It made me cry. Finally, someone cared."
They all look at me, their eyes telling me it's okay.
" That night he walked me home and we talked. I don't even think we went to my apartment. We walked through the park and we talked for hours. I didn't know why this guy I just met felt so much like...my best friend that I'd known for years. It was cold that night and he saw that I was shivering. He took off his jacket, even though it was ungodly icy, and put it on my shoulders. I asked him why he cared so much for a stranger. He tuned his head down to face me and said "If I didn't care about tonight, who would?" He wiped away my tears and I realized that I finally met him. My best friend."
A/N: There's more funeral monologues to come. And How I got the idea of Mark and Mimi meeting before RENT was from the line in Christmas Bells where Mark says "I think we've met" so yeah...Thanx for reading and once again sry that I took so long to post. Ciao:)