A/N: So we're singing another Billy Joel song for choir lol...and while singing it today, not only did it make me want to cry thinking of an old flame, but I was also thinking (seeing how obsessed I am...God, I need a life outside of school, choir, work and RENT...) of how it would work for a Mark/Roger story...look at that...

A/N2: It's unrequited (I can NEVER spell that word...), so sorry if that upsets a few people...last time I wrote an unrequited fic, I had the exact date that Mark fell in love with Roger...and someone told me that they caught me using Anthony Rapp's birthday...I swear, I didn't even know Anthony's birthday before I got that comment lol. How creepy is that? Out of 365 days of the year, and I pick his birthday...go figure...

Disclaimer: Don't own Mark, Roger, RENT or And So It Goes.

Can't you see it's about me?

Mark closed his eyes and plugged his ears with his fingers as he heard guitar chords and a raspy voice ringing through the loft. It wouldn't be so bad if Roger was playing Musetta's Waltz or even singing the song that he wrote for Mimi, but he had to play that new song he learned...

"But if my silence made you leave,
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break..."

Mark always knew that Roger was a little Billy Joel obsessed. But even Mark, who would rather film than listen to Roger's Billy Joel records, knew the man was a musical genius. He'd written dozens of songs.

Why did Roger have to play this one?

"So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break"

Mark closed his eyes tight, wrapping his arms around his frail waist. He saw black with his eyes closed and wondered if he closed his eyes long enough, if he would disappear. If maybe he could vanish someplace where he couldn't hear this song taunting him.

"And so it goes

And so it goes

And you're the only one

Who knows..."

Mark opened his eyes for only a moment, releasing the tears that had gathered in his sea blue eyes.

Had I been crying?

He rubbed his hand up and down his pale, thin arm when the door swung open.

"Mark?" Roger stared at him while the weak boy turned around, eyes red and puffy.

"Oh God, Mark, what's wrong?" He took a step closer while Mark took one further away.

"Nothing..." Mark answered with a small smile. "Just...stubbed my toe." He averted his eyes again, not wanting to look into the pale emerald green eyes staring back.

Can't you see that by not being with me, I'm falling apart?

Roger nodded, not quite believing him, but not pressing the matter either. "Just wanted to know where you were. I didn't hear you for a while, I got worried." Roger frowned and looked to the ground before closing the door again.

But as Roger left, Mark could hear him singing...

"In every heart, there is a room

A sanctuary safe and strong

To heal the wounds from lovers past

Until a new one comes along."

Mark closed his eyes, refusing to let himself cry. But he couldn't help but beg.

Please, Roger...let me heal the wounds...

He shook his head fast, trying to erase the idea. Nonetheless, he found himself humming...

"And so it goes...and so it goes...and you're the only one who knows..."