Come up with this. Really likey. Might make more than oneshot. I think this a lot better than Why as possible chapter story goes. Leave your comments. And if I get enough "Chapter story!" replies. I might do it.

DISCLAIMER: don't own rent

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Perfect.

Everyone wants to be perfect, don't they?

I mean, who wants to be…not perfect? No one. No one finds interest in being known as the slacker when they know they can do better.

And that was what she was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect. Her luscious chocolate waves, chic clothes and dark eyes were perfect. Her smile was perfect.

Her life was perfect. She was the wife of a wealthy business man. The Vice President of one of the largest medical companies. She had a big house, a butler, a maid. She was leaving the perfect life. With her two children that were both straight A Students. She was living the perfect life.

Perfect.

From the outside.

She was thirty nine years old. Fine lines around her face. She sat on the velvet loveseat in her parlor one morning. In her red silk housecoat and fuzzy slippers. She held a cup of coffee in her hands, watching the sun rise through the French windows.

Her eyes were half-open. Like they have been since she married her husband. She didn't look at the world with wide, full eyes. She only looked, half-way. Her dark waves pulled back by a hairclip. She really didn't care. Her husband was out of town, somewhere in Europe. She didn't care though. She just sat alone. Watching the sunset. Her children at their grandparents' house for the weekend. It was just her. Alone with the empty house and that half-empty cup of coffee.

She started humming a song. A song she was so familiar with. The song that they all sang so many times.

She strummed her fingers to the coffee cup. Enjoying the serenity of the moment. In her big, gray stone house.

She stood beside Mark, holding his hand. She leaned up and kissed him. They were sitting on the roof of the small apartment building. It was freezing cold outside. She had his coat around her and she was still shivering. It was obviously early, since it was still dark out.

"Mark, what the hell are we doing?" she asked him.

He smiled. "You'll see."

She groaned and leaned on him, determined to fall asleep.

"Maureen! Look! Look at the horizon!"

Maureen looked up and saw the sun, slowly rising. She watched the sun rise. She watched, and remembered this moment forever.

"Oh my god."

"Isn't beautiful?" he asked her.

She looked up at him and kissed him.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She hasn't seen Mark since God knows when. Probably the last time she saw him was when she left New York after Roger died. She just dumped him and Joanne. They were probably in love or something weird like that right now. She shivered at thinking about her two exs, holding each other in their arms.

She wonder what happened to them? Were they still alive? Did they still live in New York? It had been fifteen years since she been to New York. And she had no desire to go back. The past was too hard to bury behind her and start over anew. So she wasn't going to go back unless she had to.

Her husband wanted to go back a lot. He wanted her to see a Broadway show. Since she performing in Community Theatre and stuff like that. But, she didn't want to. She had no interest in going back to her past.

Where have I come from? Why do I need this big house to make the sunrise beautiful? It was beautiful just standing on the roof of her apartment.

Why do I need these material items? Look at what I am. I've turned into everything I was against. Against those Suburbian, snotty moms who gossip about the artists and the individuals at my children's private school.

She remembered the days when she was one of those students. Looked down upon by others. She remembered that everyone hated her. She was different. She wore dark colors to school and sang a lot. She lost friends. She was a loner.

Then she moved away from all of that.

And now she moved back.

The coffee cup was shaking in her hand. Thinking of what she become. Her husband didn't please her like he once did. All the flames had disappeared out of their relationship once they had their oldest son. She wasn't really close with her kids. Her oldest son, Thomas, was a jock. Everything his namesake wasn't. He was on the JV Football team and thought only about sports. He was ashamed that his mother was in a bunch of the shows around town.

Her second child, Jo, was also a jock. He wasn't as ashamed at Thomas. Since he didn't really understand all that stuff yet. He just liked playing sports and sat around with his father and brother watching sports. She remembered when she would walk in. The movie version of one of her favorite musicals on. They would be watching the game.

"Can I watch something in here?" she asked them.

Her husband looked up and then back at the game.

"But mom, we are watching the game," Thomas said to her.

"But my favorite movie is on…"

"Can't you just get the movie at Blockbuster?" Jo asked her.

"Well…yes, but we don't have a membership…"

"What movie is it?"

"Chicago."

They laughed. "No."

Maureen went of the room and alone in her room, watching her movie there. On the small, dilapidated screen in her bedroom.

Maureen felt a tear roll down her cheek. A hot tear. She couldn't stand this anymore. She couldn't live in this rotting hell anymore. The people walking around. She remembered with the Ban on Homosexual marriage was proposed. She walked around the house, furious. Her husband didn't understand neither did her children. They didn't understand that she was once in love with a woman. They didn't understand her.

She wiped the tears.

She had to get out of here. She remembered when she walked into the kitchen, and Thomas and his friend were debating. Debating over people with AIDS.

"I don't think they deserve a cure," Thomas stated.

"Why not?" his friend asked.

"I mean, they brought AIDS onto themselves. They deserve to die with their mistakes."

She had to leave the room when her son said that. Her eyes filling with tears. She took a nice long, hot shower that day. And had herself a good long cry.

She stood up suddenly. She shoved put the coffee cup on the table and ran into her room.

And started to pack her bags. To get away from this hell.

She would look him up. She would look him up when she got to New York. She would go back into Mark's arms. Crying heavily.

She would go back to her one true love.

New York City.

She left a note when she left. She was rash and didn't want anyone stopping her. She took the green Explorer. She was going to drive. That way she could have time to look him up.

Dear Family,

I'm leaving. I can't take any of this anymore. I may call you. No use to call my cell phone. I won't answer it. Just I promise to call someday soon.

-Maureen

That was the first time she signed her name. She had always been known as Marie. Since she didn't want anyone to call her Maureen. She wanted to be Marie Johnson Hamilton.

But not anymore.

She pulled out of the driveway. Looking around and rode away to the north. She worked her GPS system to were she would drive to Rockefeller center in New York City. She rode away.

And she drove to the only place that she truly loved with all her heart.

The City of Lights.

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