Ergh, be prepared to wait a little longer for updates people! I have started a new story. Yes, that's right. I have three stories going at once. How I will do it I have no idea, but it's gonna happen. Wish me luck. Don't worry, this will be the last one I would ever abandon. Never shall I give it up! Okay, here I go with writing…

Disclaimer: Your Eyes, along with pretty much everything is Jonathan Larson's.

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Mark's POV

My hands fix comfortably under Mimi, using all of my strength to help bring her inside. If only our loft was warmer. Roger and I have gotten used to the cold, but all she needs is heat. Her body is so limp, I can barely tell she is alive. The look on Roger's face is pure panic, as he desperately rushes to save Mimi. I feel his panic, but what must be going through his mind right now is beyond me. We need food, we need heat, we need blankets, we need medicine, we need a doctor. We don't have anything to help.

Mimi's eyes flicker open slightly, rolling back in her head after every attempt to look around. Her body is freezing, left outside in the park for ages with no one to comfort her but heroin.

"No room on the couch!" Joanne yells, and my mind sets fire with thoughts. The one time I have all my shit on the couch, we desperately need it.

"Uhh…clear off the table, we'll put her there." I yell, as the girls wipe off excess food and grime, covering it with a brown blanket. The blanket I once covered Roger with when he fell asleep in my arms. I watch intently as Roger lies Mimi down on the counter, being as gentle as possible. Someone asks for heat, but no one can get it. It's not possible. There can't be enough time to save her. Collins calls 911, and now we are completely helpless. We've done all we can.

"Roger…you're back." Her voice is weak and mousy. I can tell she's giving her all to get words out of her mouth.

"I'm back. I'm back, baby." Roger whispers to her, as he climbs up next to her on the counter. Their hands grasp tightly together, and the rest of us just stand back. I hear heavy breathing, gasping breaths of expiration and worried sobs of fear. Losing Mimi would destroy Roger. He has lost too much already. April, heroin, Angel, and now Mimi. He might as well lose his guitar.

I stand at the window, watching as two people I love exchange last words. I think about the future, about what could happen next. Will this destroy us or bring us closer together? What does all of this mean for Roger and I? I may have missed my chance with him, but I will never stop being his friend.

"It isn't much, but it took all year." Roger whispers to Mimi, trying to keep her conscious for as long as he can.

Your eyes

As we said our goodbyes

Can't get them out of my mind

And I find I can't hide

His voice floats into my mind, stretching my imagination. I listen closely, picturing him on the couch with his guitar in his hands. The chords vibrate roughly against his calloused fingers, all of it resting together in perfect harmony. I look up to see Roger concentrating on Mimi, as if he can keep her alive with his stare.

From your eyes

The ones that took me by surprise

The night you came into my life

Where there's moonlight I see your eyes

Every word gets harder for me to hear. Listening to Roger belt out a love song for someone else is hurting me slowly but deeply. He always said he wrote songs for me, songs he would never sing me. Now I'm wishing I would have heard something from one of them. His voice captures me, swirling me inside out with emotion. But none of it is for me.

How'd I let you slip away When I'm longing so to hold you?

Now I'd die for one more day

Cause there's something I should have told you

It's like Roger dug thoughts from my mind. The thoughts I couldn't bare while he was gone are now being sung to Mimi.

Yes there's something I should have told you

When I looked into your eyes

Tears well in my eyes, his words hitting the deepest parts of my heart.

Why does distance make us wise? You were the song all along

And before the song dies

Roger's voice heightens, the passion and sadness he feels all being poured into one lonely song. One song before she goes.

I should tell you

I should tell you

I have always loved you

You can see it in my eyes

My breath catches as I hear the last few words escape his lips. Tears are now dangerously close to spilling over, but I'm able to contain myself. Mimi gives up, and I see her hand drop from Roger's jacket to the side of the table. I feel the love and power in the room all disappear, all with one moment of weakness.

"Mimi!" Roger screams, and I look away, unable to view the horrid sight any longer. So many things run through my mind. Some caring and melancholy, and some spiteful and selfish. I can't help but think I could have stopped this. I could have gotten Roger to stay in New York with Mimi. I didn't do all I could.

Silence overcomes the room. Everyone watches, panic-stricken, as Roger glares desolately at Mimi's lifeless body. It can't possibly be over. It can't just be us five. Seconds seem an eternity long, ticking by with care. Roger sighs with his repressed sobs, taking in the last image of Mimi he will ever see. Then, a restless mood fills the room.

"Mimi?" Roger sniffles, and I see Mimi rise to a sit up. She lightly pushes Collins' coat off of her, balls of sweat accumulating on her skin. Everyone gathers around the table, awaiting a word from Mimi. Words of hope or love, something to keep us going. She breathes a sigh of relief before finally speaking.

"I was heading towards this…warm white light. And I swear…Angel was there. And she looked good!" A smile overpowers my lips. Angel always seems to find her way into our lives, even when she's not standing among us. Collins laughs with sorrow, the mention of his lover ringing in his ears. I look over at Roger and watch him study Mimi's every movement. Her every word now seems like a miracle to us all. "And she said, 'Turn around girlfriend and listen…to that boy's song.'" Mimi smirks, her pouty lips stretching over the ivory teeth beneath them. Roger lays his hand on her face, pulling her close to him.

"You're drenched." He says, wiping the rest of his tears away.

"Her fever's breaking." Maureen concludes after a quick feel of Mimi's forehead. Roger still holds tightly to Mimi's hand, in fear that she will slip away if he lets go. If only I had never let go of him.

I walk quickly over to the film projector, flipping it on and letting a bright light shine on the screen. Everything I've worked for in the past year, or perhaps my whole life, is finally there for everyone to see. It couldn't come at a better time. Images of Angel, Collins, Mimi, Roger, Maureen, Joanne and I all appear in the film. There is now hope among us. For this one moment, we can all enjoy our time together. It won't last very long. We all know, maybe even Mimi too, that she doesn't have too much time left.

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The next morning

"Mark? Breakfast!" I hear Mimi's weak voice yell softly from the kitchen, and I wake up slowly. Someone cooked us breakfast? Maybe having Mimi here won't be so bad.

I drag myself out of bed and pick up a shirt off the floor. I slip it over my head quickly, and rush to see what kind of food I have awaiting me. When I open my door, I see Mimi at the counter, bags beneath her eyes, standing over a feast. Bacon, eggs, sausages, pancakes and bagels are all there for our delight.

"What the fuck? Where did all of this come from?" I smile enthusiastically before digging into the elaborate spread of food. Roger isn't up yet, but I'm sure if he knew what was to eat he would be energized in a flash.

"Collins just showed up with it. Isn't it amazing?" Mimi giggles, taking a mouthful of eggs in. She coughs lightly into her napkin, but it doesn't stop her from shoving a whole piece of bacon into her mouth. "Fank you Food Emporum" She mumbles, crumbs flying from her mouth. I can't help but chuckle at her; she probably hasn't seen this much food before in her life. I guess the Food Emporium really does rake in a profit.

"Yea. It is pretty…where is Roger?" I ask, as my mind returns to Roger as usual. Mimi swallows a gulp of food and exhales sharply.

"I think he's still sleeping. I can never seem to wake him up before noon." Her eyes roll, and I get a napkin from the side of the counter.

"I know what you mean. The only thing that works is to ki…" Oh, fuck. I almost let myself slip. The only way to wake up Roger is to kiss him firmly on the mouth. That is not something Mimi would want to hear from me, I'm sure.

"Huh?" She asks, the big baggy shirt she sports blowing slightly to one side. I can always expect Mimi to wear Roger's clothes in the morning.

"Heh, nothing. Never mind. He's just lazy that's all."

"Yea, no shit." She scoffs, and I stuff a banana in my mouth before heading towards Roger's door. I knock roughly on the hard wood of it, trying to swallow the food in my mouth before saying anything.

"Roger? Come on, there is food out here." I add, knowing that now we have a chance of seeing his face.

"Is there bacon?" Roger mumbles, and I laugh. He is awake.

"Yes. There is everything you could possibly want." Two seconds later the door swings open to reveal Roger in just a pair of pajama pants. His face is lit up, and he looks almost past me for a sign of something edible in the loft. "Uh…it's on the counter." I tell him, and he finally looks at me.

"Oh." He leans back to grab a shirt off of his bed and slips it over his head. "Thanks, Mark." His hand makes contact with my shoulder lightly, and we stare into each other's eyes. For a second I think he's about to kiss me, and his head pushes forward slightly.

"Mimi is already eating." His eyes blink quickly, and Mimi enters his mind.

"Oh yea, all right." His smile is sad, and he makes his way to the display of breakfast. "Honey, should you be up? I think you need to rest." He lectures Mimi, and she gives me a look of desperation. I can tell she wants to eat more than anything.

"No! I need food." She whines, and he pecks her on the neck. He slings his arms around her waist and leans against the edge of the counter. I want to go up to Roger and kiss him. Kiss him with all the passion, need and want that I feel right now. Just to press our lips together, to run my hands through his hair and hear him moan against my skin is all I need.

"You need to rest baby." He digs his face in her hair, and she picks up two pieces of sausage before plopping herself down on the couch.

"The one time we have food I have to be sick." She mopes, as lines of grease draped on her lips sparkle in the sunlight.

"You're complaining about getting time to sleep? I would be dancing with joy." I comment, trying to make her feel better. I don't know why I'm so nice to the person who stole Roger from me. Shouldn't I be bitter and hateful?

"Well…at the moment I'd rather eat but…"

"Oh shut up and just go to bed Mimi." Roger snaps at her, before apologizing with a soft kiss on her lips. I look away while they embrace, unable to stomach it.

"Bye Mark." I glance up to see Mimi making her way to Roger's room, the big shirt billowing at her thighs. Once she is through the door, Roger lets out a huge sigh.

"Good morning, Mark." He says, smiling more than he did the entire time Mimi was in the room.

"Good morning, Roger." I answer, and walk over to him. "How was your first night since Mimi came back?"

"It was okay." He sounds disappointed, and inches closer to me slowly. "She's so skinny. I feel her bones whenever I hold her in my arms." His eyes connect with mine, and he leans into my face. His breath is hot on my cheek, and my chest rises and falls with want. Just one kiss. Just one. "I l…" He whispers, when Mimi comes barging through the door. Roger's body jumps away from mine, and a pink tint flushes his cheeks.

"Rog? Are you comin'?" Mimi asks, and Roger nods, unable to speak. He drags his feet along to her, and she hugs him gracefully, pulling him into the room. His eyes are hollow with desperation, and I'm left hanging. I was so close again, and Mimi happened. It's some sort of a sign. Isn't it?

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I'm sorry for the song in bold, I would have rather had it in italics but some of the lines weren't showing up and it was a catastrophe. If anyone knows what is wrong and how to change it please tell me! The next chapter is what I've been waiting to write! Yay! So, I guarantee it will be at least somewhat great. Read and review people! I love 'em! XD