A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I just totally blanked with ideas. Now that the creative juices are flowing again (hopefully) I'll be able to give you something! Thank you guys for all the great reviews and I'm glad you are enjoying it so much! I'm giving this one a new spin by putting it in Angel's POV and let's see how it turns out. If you want me to return to my old ways of Collins just say the word and it's done!

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson. That's all there is to it.

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Angel's POV (New Years Day)

The round blue rings at the edge of my dress sway with every move I make. Collins opens the door for me, and I step drowsily into the apartment. My purse drops out of my hand, and I feel Collins' arms wrap lightly around my waist. It's two in the afternoon, but I have never been more fatigued.

"Bedroom…" I hear whispered silently in my ear, warm breath caressing my cold skin. All of my clothes seem impossibly tight, clinging to my body for dear life.

"Mhm…" I answer, and my feet move slowly in the right direction. Collins gets there first, but I'm soon behind him. I slip off my dress and wig, leaving only a white turtle neck and tights. It may look ridiculous, but I am way too tired to care.

"Come here baby." He says, reaching out his arms to welcome me into them. His eyes are already closed, and he's ready to fall asleep with me presses against him.

"Gimme a second. I can't fall asleep with make-up on." His arms fall flat on the mattress, impatiently waiting for me to join him. The bathroom spins around me, and I grasp a washcloth between my fingers. Water spills smoothly over it, and I'm able to remove almost all of the blush and mascara I thoroughly applied last night.

"Baby? You coming?" I hear from the bedroom, and smile at my reflection. He can't survive ten seconds without me.

"Yes sweetheart. Just wait." I yell back, and hop into the room to find him smirking at me.

"Since when did you get all that energy?" He laughs, and I climb onto the bed with him. My knees dig into the mattress, and I refuse to lie down in fear of falling asleep.

"I don't really have it. I'm faking." I giggle, and attempt to run my fingers through my long blonde hair when I remember that I am no longer wearing my wig. Instead my hand drops down the grab Collins, and he places a soft kiss on the top of it. A hum of pleasure escapes my lips, and I bend down to return his love with a peck on the lips.

"Are you ever going to lie down?" He sighs, and I give in to his begging.

"Did you have a good New Years?" My fingers play on his shoulder, tracing pictures on his brown skin.

"Yes. It was nice because of you. I've never been with someone at New Years."

"Aww…honey." I kiss his cheek gently, trying to compensate for his years of loneliness. I open my eyes to a smile staring back at me, and nuzzle my face into his neck. With Collins I feel secure, loved and safe. He will be there when I need him. Who knows when it will be, but I'll have him by my side.

"Don't worry about me. I have you." He hugs my shoulders into his body, gripping tightly. "What will I do when…" His voice shakes with worry and fear. I lay my finger over his lips, and feel his hand wrap around my wrist immediately. He needs my comfort.

"Honey, don't worry about that right now."

"No, Angel." He breathes a sigh, and kisses my forehead. "We have to talk about it." Our eyes separate, and I contemplate all of it. We do have to talk about it.

"I want you to go on. I don't want you to mourn and ruin your life. Just don't forget…"

"Baby, I would never forget you." Tears threaten to spill over, and I grip firmly onto Collins' hand. I have to be strong, to show him that he will be all right. I've accepted that I'm dying, but now he has to.

"I've gotten used to the idea. I just never thought that I'd have to accept leaving someone I love so much." His brown eyes stare intently into mine, trying to clean up all of the melancholy shining through.

"I love you too." Before long our eyes flutter shut despite my long battle to stay awake. Our conversation could have gone into depth a lot more, but it seems to be enough. We don't need to say much. I can't imagine life without him, but I know he'll be fine without me. He's strong, he's my support, he's my everything.

I wake up to the moon sparkling in the sky, and Collins tangled around me. I try to get out of bed without waking him, but I've never been able to. His eyes open heavily, and a tiny smile dances across his lips.

"What are we gonna do today?" He asks, brushing his hand over the twisted sheets to smooth them.

"I have to drum a little bit. Maybe then we could go dancing!" I giggle, excited about my new idea.

"Hmm…I think I'd rather just lie here with you the entire day." He pulls me down next to him again, and I melt into his touch.

"I think that's the best idea you've had in a while."

"I know." He whispers, and surprisingly, I'm not anzy to get up. I feel like I fit, and I never want to leave.

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Notes: Okay, I know that this was a very very short chapter but I really felt like I could just leave it at that. This chapter was pure fluff and sweetness so I hope you liked it. I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Review!