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Past Pains

Roger sat on the window of his apartment. His roommate Mark sat behind him, looking through his camera lens.

"December 20, 1 p.m. eastern standard time. Close on Roger. He is sitting on the window, depressed of course. Mimi took his heart and soul with her to Montana.

"Four days from now will be the anniversary of when I met Mimi," Roger said to the camera.

"You need to move on," Mark said putting the camera down. "It has been 10 months!"

"11," Roger corrected.

"Even better," Mark smirked.

"I just can't get her eyes out of my mind," he said. Then he whispered faintly, "why does distance make us wise?"

Mimi saw her apartment building in the distance. She walked down the alleyway and jumped up in joy. She started humming and walking faster to the end of the alley. She made it to the end and pulled herself up and over the wooden fence. When she hit the other side, there was a familiar face staring at her.

"Mimi Marquez?" the person asked coolly.

"Oh shit," Mimi thought.

"I haven't seen you since that night your boyfriend started throwing you around the alley," he mocked.

"He was not," Mimi said defensively.

"Well," The Man said. "Let's get to business. I have a whole new shipment. How many grams do you want?"

"None," Mimi said. "I don't do drugs anymore."

"You'll come around," he smirked. "They all do."

Mimi walked away from the one person who destroyed her life, but made it so much easier.

She hadn't noticed, but she was now outside her home. She started climbing the fire escape. She got to the landing underneath Mark and Roger's apartment. She dug through her bag for a simple white candle. It had remnants of wax that had dripped down the side of it. She stood up and came face to face with the back of Roger's head.

"Would you light my candle?" she sang out.

Roger turned around slowly. He saw Mimi and his jaw just dropped. After a second, the reality hit him. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her through the window with ease. Before Mimi even had a chance to breath, she was pulled into a passionate kiss. They stood there for a minute, entangled in each other.

Mimi pulled away and smiled.

"Mimi?" Mark asked, breaking the silence. "What are you doing here?"

"I got out if rehab," she laughed. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Amazing," echoed Mark.

"Mimi," Roger said suddenly, "why don't you go downstairs and I will be right down."

Mimi smiled, ran to give Mark a hug, and then made her way out the door.

"Why can't you be happy for me?" Roger asked when the door shut.

"I am happy," he said dully. "At least we don't have to listen to you mope around for the rest of your life anymore now that Mimi is back," he added under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Roger roared. "You are just jealous, because I have someone who loves me. You are still sore about Maureen leaving you for a girl.

"Well, at least I am not self-centered," Mark said. "You barely notice Mimi. You only care when she is gone, with someone else, or dieing."

Roger turned pale. Mark had touched upon a rough subject. Mimi had been on her death bed two years ago and almost died. That is when Roger admitted his feelings to her.

"No wonder she cheated on you with Benny," Mark laughed. "She was just trying to get attention. She barely gets any with you in the spotlight constantly. Oh poor me, I am Roger and I went through withdrawal, my girlfriend April died, my next girlfriend Mimi left me."

"At least I have someone who loves me," yelled Roger pushing Mark back. "And your work doesn't count as someone." Roger gave one more shove to Mark and stormed out of the room.

"Mimi looks very thin," Mark said quietly as Roger left the room. "I just don't want you to get hurt." He turned around, but then stopped and said hoarsely, "Again."