Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic story! I love Rent, and I don't own the characters- Jonathan Larson (bless him). Enjoy!
It had been nearly a year since Angel's death. Collins finally moved back in with Mark and Roger after several months of persuasion from them. Mark quit his job at Buzzline to work on his second documentary. Roger was still going steady with Mimi and started up a new band, which already had several fans. Mimi had been drug-free for nearly eight months and got her job back at the Cat Scratch Club. Maureen and Joanne were still madly in love with each other and had bought a nice apartment just outside of Alphabet City. Even Benny was acting halfway decent towards the group. Things were finally going well for everyone.
"Well I have to get some more footage for the film, I don't know how long it'll takeā¦" Mark said holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder. "Yeah I'll be at your gig tonight. Ok, I'll see you tonight. Bye Roger." Mark hung up.
Collins walked out of the bathroom and looked at Mark. "Who was on the phone?" He asked buckling his belt.
"Roger, he wanted to know if we were going to his show tonight. If you aren't going, don't bother waiting up, we'll be late." Mark grabbed his camera bag and put his camera in it. "I'm going to do some filming, I'll be back later."
"Bye man." Collins smiled slightly as Mark left.
Collins sat down on the window sill and watched Mark disappear around a corner. He was alone as usual. Ever since Angel died, he always found himself alone. Collins shut his eyes, reminiscing about all the good times he had with Angel. It all seemed so long ago. Especially the night they met. Collins had gotten the shit beaten out of him in an abandoned alleyway. Angel's sweet voice reverberated in the back of his mind.
"Hi, I'm Angel."
An Angel indeed. If Angel hadn't come around, Collins thought, he may not have survived the night in that cold alley.
A car horn sounded in the street below, causing Collins to snap to reality. He wondered how long he'd been off in the daydream. He got up and strolled over to the door. After a minute of debating whether or not to leave, he opened it and walked out.
The streets bustled with activity- cars drive past, street performers showcased their talents on street corners, and bums walked up and down the sidewalks panhandling passersby. It was a warm day, well, considering seventy degrees was mild for late September. The sun shone brightly over the sky scrapers, casting shadows over the busy streets of Alphabet City.
Collins promenaded up the street, enjoying the balmy weather. He hummed softly to himself. Angel would have loved to have taken a nice walk through Central Park on a day like this, Collins thought. Just then an idea his him, he decided to go visit Angel at the cemetery to spend some time with the only person who'd ever shown affection towards him after he came out of the closet. He quickly got onto the subway and rode only a couple minutes until memories his him. He got off the next stop and decided to walk the rest of the way to the cemetery. The memories swirled in his mind as he walked to Golden Gates Cemetery.
