Note: No idea where this came from, just a little idea that popped into my head.
He stood over the grave, tears in his eyes that he couldn't let fall. If he cried, this was real. If he cried, his best friend was dead, gone. He felt Maureen's hand on his shoulder.
"You coming?"
"Give me a minute."
She nodded and walked away, hand slipping into Joanne's. He felt Collins standing behind him still.
"I'm fine. Just let me have a minute."
Collins didn't say a word, but slipped quietly away.
How did I get here? How the hell?
He blinked back the tears. He'd thought Mimi was going to be next when they found her so sick. Mimi didn't die, though; she stayed and she went back to the drugs. And when he kept trying to help her and it didn't work, when he saw he couldn't save her, he went the same way April had, followed her though he always swore he wouldn't.
Roger sank to his knees and let a single tear slip down one cheek.
Goodbye Mark.