So, my life has gone from brilliant to disastrous so quickly. I'm gonna probably flunk out, my parents don't get it and my baggage is multiplying by 10 each day. So, life is great.

Oh well. I need summer again.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own rent.

Maureen collapsed on the bed and looked up. Two weeks she had been living with Mark. She has been watching him and observing him. She studied his wispy blond hair, his blue eyes and pale skin. His dorky-ness that somehow made him attractive. She watched him and she wanted him. She knew she was falling back in love again.

And he knew too.

He liked her smile, her laugh, her hair. She was still pretty, the same beautiful Maureen that he had fallen in love with fifteen years ago. He was still in love, even after all these years.

She spent a lot of time at the coffee shop with him, or around it. She liked to take walks, but she was always careful. She liked observing him at work. She knew she was falling back in love with him, even after all the shit she made him go through.

After everything they've been through, they were slowly falling back in love.

Maureen was walking when she heard her cell phone ring. She was on the NYU campus and pulled it out.

"Hello?"

"Marie?" a voice asked.

Maureen froze. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number, this is Maureen," she retorted to her husband.

"Oh my god, Marie when you are coming back?" her husband asked.

"I'm not coming back, don't you get that?"

"You walked out on me, and our kids. Imagine how the heck they feel right now. Their mom just walked out on them, showing no concern, not answering her cell phone…"

"Well, tell them not to worry. They can watch their football games undisturbed," I snapped.

"Marie…come back."

"No."

She went down into the subway, she knew she was going to lose him soon, oh well. She was happy to get away.

"You selfish bitch. Think about someone other than yourself. Just get back over here, if you actually thought the way you did, you would come back here, because it will be best for you. You'll have money and everything else. But no. We are too…too…stupid to realize this."

"Listen up here you . I'm not coming back for the sake of my soul. So stop calling me, and I'll be sending the papers in the mail in the next month," she told him.

He was confused.

"What…what papers?" he asked.

"The damn divorce papers."

She hung up and got on the subway. She knew tears started streaming down her face, she had to hide them, at least till she got home.

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Mark walked in the apartment and found Maureen laying on the bed, her head buried in the pillows. Her makeup was smeared terribly and rubbed all over the pillow.

"Oh god Maureen."

He sat beside her on the bed and looked at her.

"We are getting divorced," she stated simply. "And I'm glad."

"If you're glad, then why are you crying?" Mark asked her.

She looked at him and smiled weakly.

"I don't know."

Mark took her hand into his and smiled.

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Mark couldn't stop thinking about her. She was on his mind. Her chocolate curls, her dark eyes. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He was addicted, like she was drug or something.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

He walked out the door and ran to their apartment. He was quick. He knew she was sitting there, her head bowed, listening to The Last Five Years.

He opened the door. Maureen was sitting on the bed, taping her toes and looked and saw him.

"Mark?"

He walked over to her and pulled her up and smiled.

He then kissed her for the first time in over fifteen years.

Okay…so…wow. I wrote that in like…five minutes but there will be an epilogue up. I just need to get a story off my chest. I love this, I'll probably end up writing a sequel Christmas break or something. So, there will be an epilogue.

Hate me. –prepares for the hate-mail-