Author's Notes: So sorry for the wait everyone! Homework has taken over my life. Also, I'm finding this kind of hard to write. I don't like it as much as things I've wrote in the past. It's not my first time writing fanfiction, but it is my first RENT one, and I think that might have something to do with it? I don't know, but hopefully you enjoy it at least. And, of course, HUGE thanks for all the reviews. You all get tons of internet hugs:)

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or the song How to Save a Life by The Fray

"Where the hell were you?" Roger winced at Mimi's voice when he returned to the loft after buying drugs. It was late; he'd figured she'd be asleep. "I was really worried," Mimi continued as she made her way towards him.

"I just went out for a walk," Roger reassured her. "I'm fine."

"You could've at least left a note," Mimi said. "I woke up, saw you weren't beside me, and panicked. Put yourself in my position, wouldn't you be worried if you woke up at midnight and I wasn't there?"

Roger thought about how he'd feel if he woke up one night and Mimi just wasn't there. He knew he'd probably assume she was buying drugs. Did Mimi assume that about him? She was right, but he really didn't want her to know that. "I'm sorry," he apologized as he kissed Mimi's forehead.

Mimi sighed against his chest. "It's fine. I'm just glad you're ok."

Roger pulled away from Mimi. "It's late, we should probably get some sleep."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Mimi said. "Hey, um...do you want to do something tomorrow?"

Roger laughed. "Aren't we always doing stuff together? It's one of those things that happens when you live with someone."

"Another thing that happens when you live with someone is the idea of going out on dates kind of disappears," Mimi said. "I think we should go the Life Café for lunch, just us."

"We don't have any money," Roger stated.

"What about all the tips I got on Christmas Eve?" Mimi asked. "I don't remember exactly how much I got, let me look..." Mimi walked over to the drawer where Roger and her kept money and opened it to find much less than there was just the other day. "Roger...where'd my money go?"

"AZT," he lied, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Oh, ok," Mimi said. She closed the drawer and turned back to Roger. "Well you know there is something else I wouldn't mind doing tomorrow."

"What?"

"Visit Angel."

Roger paused. "No."

Mimi sighed. "Come on Roger, we haven't been in so long. I'm starting to feel kind of guilty."

Roger walked over to Mimi and took her hands. "Mimi, I'm sorry...but I just can't. Why can't you go alone?"

"I tried once," Mimi said, "When you were in Santa Fe. It was too much for me to handle and I ended up getting high immediately after. I need someone there, just to remind me that even though Angel's gone, I should be happy I still have someone. Look, you don't even have to visit the grave, you can just wait at the gate if it's that hard for you."

Roger hated whenever the time he was in Santa Fe was brought up. He hated himself for leaving, especially at the time he did. Mimi had been in hell, while he was searching for heaven. Though Mimi was constantly telling him to live life without regrets, he still regretted leaving, and didn't think he'd ever get over the guilt.

But, Mimi's story of what happened when she visited Angel's grave while he was in Santa Fe reminded him that he could always just get high. "Ok, I'll go."

Roger's entire body was shaking.

He'd made the mixture, and poured it into the needle. Now the only thing left to do was the hardest part, actually making the incision.

Roger slowly moved the needle towards his skin but stopped abruptly when he came close to the skin. His shaking had gotten so bad that the needle fell on the floor.

Part of Roger was telling him to just leave it on the floor. Let Mimi find it, maybe she really could talk him out of going back. But, a much stronger part of him was reminding him of how happy he always felt when he was high, and how that happiness was right at his fingertips.

"I'm sorry Mimi," he whispered as the needle slowly pierced his skin.

Roger chose to just wait at the gate of the graveyard, just like Mimi figured he would. He'd been acting really weird all day, more mood swings than usual. She was really starting to worry, not only for him, but also for herself. She really wasn't sure if she could handle losing Roger, not necessarily to death, but even if he just got too distant for her to possibly have a relationship with him.

Mimi walked up the steep hill to Angel's gave and knelt down beside it. She smiled faintly at her friend's name, slowly running her hand down the tombstone. There were two dates below her name, the one that started her life and the one that ended it. To Mimi, those dates held no real significance. It was all the days in between those dates that really mattered.

Underneath the dates was the inscription they'd chosen to put on Angel's grave that simply read: FRIEND. Above everything else, that's who Angel really was. People in passing could call her whatever they wanted, a common word they used being faggot, but Angel would still want to become their friend to prove to them that she was so much more than that.

"Hey girl!" Mimi said with as much energy as she could possibly give. "How's life in heaven? I'm sure you're doing fine. I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while...Roger doesn't really like coming here. I wish he would come, but you know Roger, he has his own way of dealing with things. But Roger not wanting to come shouldn't really affect me coming, huh? I guess I just don't like coming here alone. Sometimes I get really sad after talking to you and really, I just need someone to comfort me..." Mimi's voice trailed off and she sighed. "Well I do actually have good news for you, I'm clean! You probably know that already though, I'm sure you're watching over all of us. If you are, maybe you'll know why Roger's been acting so distant lately. I hate to say this, but I think he might be using again. We all stayed over at Mark's on Christmas Eve and Roger and I slept on the couch. The next morning I found a small bag of heroin under one of the cushions, and I know it wasn't mine. All signs point to it being his and really, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help him...I didn't know how to help myself when I was using."

Mimi paused to help catch her breath, which was fading from all the tears that were now falling. She never remembered it being this hard. "Angel...why'd you have to leave? I still need you, so does everyone else. Well I guess one thing never changed, even after you died... you've always been a great listener."

Mimi stood up and brushed the grass and dirt off her skirt. She headed back down the hill and then out of the gates, where Roger was waiting for her. Roger immediately noticed her tears and brought her into a hug, trying to fight back his own. He really hated visiting Angel.