Angel sat on the couch in the loft in which her good friends lived. She didn't do much now that Collins was gone. She stayed in he love's room because she didn't want to go home, she didn't want to be alone. The memories there calmed her even though the coat she had gotten him still brought tears to her eyes. It was four months ago that the love of her life had died. Her life seemed to go back to the dull useless life it had once been before him. All she did which so out of her character was sit on the couch and got drunk off Stolli each day to drink the pain away. She hardly bothered to dress in drag anymore. She loved to dress up for Collins only until he decided to undress her. Mark entered the loft sitting down by the wore out and tired ddrag queen.
"Hey, Ang" Mark said laying his things on the counter and then taking a seat next to her.
"Oh, hey." Angel said staring off into space at nothing.
Mark wrapped one arm around her pulling her close.
"I'm sorry about Collins, it's not your fault he died. He would want you to move on and stop moping around."
"How can I move on, the one person who truely loved me is gone forever."Angel said as a tear fell down her face.
"That's not true, Collins still lives in your heart and he's not the only one who loves you."
"Really, who else?" Angel said looking up.
"Uh..well." Mark said looking away from him.
"You Mark right?" Angel said looking into his ice blue eyes.
"I know I'm not Collins, no one will ever replace him. It may be..."
"Shh, Marky. " Angel said putting one of her fingers on the jews lips.
Mark studied Angel's face wondering what she would say next.
"Why me, you could have loved Roger or Benny? I have the virus that Collins had and could fall victim to it next." Angel said moving her hand onto Marks shoulder.
"I don't care about the virus. I just want to be loved by you. I want you to be mine until the end of your life." Mark declared caressing Angel's cheek.
Angel moved her hand up placing it upon Marks.
"I love you too Marky. But I can't."
"What,Why?" Mark replied sadly.
"Mark you have to understand, my heart sitll yearns to be with Collins even though he is gone. I value our friendship and it's going to take more to win me over."
"Angel, that's not what's stopping you is it. You look diffrent. Not sad but pale."
"I'm dying Mark, that's it. I'll be with Collins."
"Let me call the other at least. We can get you to the hospital and maybe they can help you."
"No, I want to be here, You can call them if it get's worse."
"Fine"
Angel stood up and went to Collins' old room shutting the door behind her. Plopping on the bed she let it all out, she let out her tears. She wanted to go to sleep and wake up next to her love. This was a dream right?