Warnings: character death (sorta)
I do not own RENT.
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Letting Go
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I'm dying. And I know it. I've known it for a few months now. After my miracle revival that amazing Christmas Eve, it looked like I would pull through and make it. And for five wonderful months, everything was perfect. Roger and I were living together with Mark in the loft. I was happy and in love.
Then I developed a cough.
Over the next two months it only got worse and finally I was admitted into the hospital. It's where I've been for the past three weeks. I hate hospitals.
Right now the room is empty except for Joanne who's curled up in one of the plastic chairs. She finally sent Roger home to eat and get some real sleep and she would call him if anything happened. After losing Angel, Joanne unexpectedly became one of my closest friends and I love her dearly. She and Maureen have been doing quite well together, which is good. Maureen needs something stable and Joanne needs Maureen.
Collins has only visited me once since I've been here and I know it was hard. He likes hospitals less than I do. He's got a job at NYU and he's keeping busy, but I know that he still hurts from Angel. I do too.
I know my death will affect Roger the most, and I hope and pray he doesn't do anything stupid. I love him so much, and I know Mark does too. And I can see that Roger will be taken care of and loved even when I'm gone. All I want is for him to be happy.
Joanne stirs in her chair and looks over at me bleary-eyed. I try to smile weakly, but end up coughing again. She smiles back and closes her eyes again.
I've already comes to terms with the fact that I'll be the third bohemian lost to this disease. I don't have much time left.
I inhale a shaky breath, before closing my eyes and letting go.
Goodbye, love.
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Look, speedrent is making me productive and creative. This one was for challenge 63. Drop me a review if you feel so inspired.
Dymond