The cold January air blows against my face and I felt my eyes beginning to water from the cold. The sunset looked so peaceful and calming. It reminded me of the times when Roger and I would go sit up on the roof and watch the sun go down; his arms around me, trying to keep me warm, and my head on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking right now?" I ask him softly as he gently rubs my back.

"The future…" he replies casually, still looking in the horizon. I look at him disbelievingly. Why is he ruining this? It's almost as if this is all he thinks about. Everything's still going fine, the doctors say we're both healthy…why does he always have to bring it up. "The future I wanna have with you…" Whoa…is this Roger Davis talking? Since when does he think about that future?

"What?" I must've heard him wrong…Roger NEVER talks about that kind of future.

He looks at me and smiles, and gently moves me so I was between his legs. "I see a nice little house in the suburbs, and we can have a nice front porch where we can watch our kids play outside." He says as he puts his arms around my waist.

"Our kids?" I ask, not believing what I was hearing.

"Yea…do you not want kids?" he laughs.

"No…I mean, yes…of course I want kids, I just didn't know you did." I tell him, still a bit surprised.

"Of course I want kids. Can you imagine little Roger Juniors running around?" he laughs.

"God forbid." I say jokingly. He laughs gently and I could feel his lips next to my ear as we both stare at the beautiful sunset in front of us in silence.

"So, you're gunna need me a lot then, aren't you?" it was more of a statement than a question.

"Does that scare you?" he asks me, sounding a little taken back.

"Yeah." I reply, pulling him closer to me. He smiles and kisses along my collarbone that gives me shivers down my back. I close my eyes and imagine the picture of the future he just painted for me.

It was like a nightmare I couldn't get out of. I want to go see Angel; I want to hear her comforting voice telling me it's going to be alright. She always knew just what to say, she always had a way for everything to work out and she's always right.

I walk through the cold wet grass in the cemetery. I haven't been here in so long that I'm surprised I don't even have to look at every gravestone to find Angel's.

I stare at the cold gray headstone and thought about how much I missed my best friend. Everything seemed to be falling apart and the only person I wanna talk to about it, isn't here.

I sat down on the grass opposite the headstone, not caring about how cold and wet it was. "Hey chica…" The words just slipped out before I even got the chance to stop it. "I know it's been a while since I visited…there's just so many things going on, and it's all happening so fast that I'm having trouble trying to process all of it." I sat there dry-eyed and tight lipped as another cold breeze blows my hair from my face.

I look down at the ground with a sigh. "I really wish you were here, Angel…I think I need you now more than ever." I slowly get up, wondering if she can hear me. Well either way, being there made me feel better. I just wish I could hear her voice one last time. "I miss you chica." I say softly, "Watch over us ok? Love you."

I make my way out of the cemetery and looked back at her grave. I miss how things were 2 years ago. I miss the times when we would all spend every chance we get with each other. I barely get to see Mo and Joanne anymore. Collins and Mark are always at work, and me…well I've been a bit occupied.

"Mimi!"

I turn around to see Mark running towards me. "Hey Mark."

"Hey." He says, out of breath. "How's it going?"

"I'm alright." I laugh. "Where are you going?"

"Umm… I was about to go visit Angel…" he says softly. I didn't know he still goes there.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…were you just there?" I nod, looking straight ahead, not saying anything. "Hey, are you alright?" he asks me. I wonder if he knows I went to see Roger today.

"What? Oh…yea I'm fine. I didn't know you still go to see Angel." I point out.

"Oh, yeah, I go all the time, after work." He replies.

We walk in silence down the dark street, the streetlights glowing down at us.

"I go there and I talk to her. It helps me get my stress out you know?" he finally says, breaking the silence. I look at him for a minute and look away.

"Mm-hmm." I say quietly. "I went and saw Roger today."

"Really?" he looks at me disbelievingly. "That's great Mimi. I'm glad you did"

I smile weakly at him and he smiles at me back. "He's not doing too well." I point out.

"I know…" he says softly. "But I'm sure you made him happy when he saw you. He's been asking me every day to take you with me when I visit. Always saying he wants to go home and see you. He reminds me of a little 3-year-old sometimes." He laughs quietly.

I smile to myself, not saying anything. Mark's always been the strong one of the group. And I've always adored his strength. Him and Angel, they always seem to find the good in people. They always looked at the bright side of life.

"Hey do you wanna go to the Life or something? Grab a bite to eat? Collins should be at the loft right now, we could go and get him." He offers. I am pretty hungry, and I haven't hung out with either of them in a while, so, why not.

"You paying?" I ask him jokingly.

He laughs at my remark. "I just got paid yesterday, so I'm at liberty to spend however much money I want right?" I'm glad we could talk like this again, it's been awhile, and I missed it…oh how I missed it.

We walk to the loft, talking and joking around like we used to. At least, now I know, I'm not alone.