This chapter is quite short-- I'm sorry for that. However, because it's got some pivotal events to the story I wanted it to stand alone. I hope you enjoy!
Shout-out to 'burn to emerge', too... she called it first!
Disclaimer: RENT is the brainchild of Jonathan Larson
"Mark, listen…"
Two weeks later, life had found its rhythm. Mimi and Roger were at it like rabbits, and Mark… Mark…
"Yeah, Roger?"
Mark forced a smile, trying to hide his annoyance. Now he wants something. Now I exist. Which, he knew, was uncharitable and unfair. He had heard Mimi crying yesterday, and two days before that. He had heard her wail that this was her fault, that she should have had the D and E and now they had to watch their babies die…
They sat on the couch; Mark had been there for some time, doodling idly in an old notebook. Roger had joined him, flopping onto the cushion.
"Mark, Mimi and I were just talking."
She had had a good day today: no tears, no anger. Once, about a week ago before the crying started, seemingly out of the blue, Mimi had slapped Roger across the face. That was the first day she cried.
Roger had followed her into the bedroom, where Mark heard her sobbing that she was sorry. He was fairly certain she had given him a blowjob.
Some apology.
"We were thinking about, um…"
"Fucking." He didn't think he could stand to hear it called "making love" once more. It was sex, not love, fun.
Roger blushed. "Yeah," he said, grinning slightly with the maturity of a twelve-year-old.
"You know, I kind of figured that." The edge to his tone was unintentional.
Roger laughed. He turned to Mark, still smiling, and asked as though it was completely obvious, "Well would you like to join us?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
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