A/N: OMG I'm so sorry I haven't updated! So, as I promised, here's a new chapter for you guys! RogerXOC finally comes about in this chapter…
Dedications: thanks to all who responded to my author's note chapter and my PM's! So, this is dedicated to: LostOzian, GorgeousSmile, Birdhearted, broadwaylover07, and Twisties! Thanks for all your help, guys. This chapter (and some of the next few) couldn't be possible without you! Almost makes me want to break out into song, Without You…
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own RENT? No! But I do own the OC…
Roger woke up the next morning, and headed off to the doctor's office. He felt nervous, but he thought, hopefully, Joanne is right. This might help me for the better.
Dr. Winters turned out to be a nice man, in his 30's. He had a deep tan, and a soothing, calm voice.
"Sit down, Roger. Joanne told me all about you. Is there anything you care to talk to me about? Perhaps, why you wanted to commit suicide?" He didn't sound accusatory, but caring.
"Well, my wife died…about a week or so ago…" Roger began.
"I am very sorry to hear that."
"Yeah. Dr. Winters, I really loved her. Mimi meant the world to me. We were…soulmates. She was 4 months pregnant when she died…of AIDS. I've never loved anyone as much as her. We were hoping to start a family together, to be together always. I finally settled down for once in my life, and with the right person. When she died, I felt as if I could never love again. The pain was too great, and I wanted to be with her again…"
"I see, Roger. Well, don't you think Mimi would have wanted you to live, and to be happy? If you did commit suicide, you'd put an end to that. Would she have been happy with that decision? I don't think she would."
"No, Dr. I don't think so. Mimi wouldn't have been happy with me at all."
"Just think of that next time, Roger. Now, is there anything else you would like to talk about?"
The two talked for another half an hour, and then Roger left. He felt better than he ever had before.
Roger began to walk down the streets of the Lower East Side. Then, he saw her.
She had brown hair, just about to her shoulders, and it was straight and shiny. Her eyes were a cross between amber-brown and hazel. Her long body was curvy and thin, her breasts small. She was walking down the street with such grace, such confidence. She wore shorts and a blue t-shirt, a plain sort of outfit. But on her, Roger thought it was exotic and beautiful.
He walked up to her.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
"Alyssa," she said.
"Alyssa…" Roger let the name sink into him.
A/N: I know this is kinda weak, but go easy on me. RENT is not easy to write for. Now you all know about the OC! The plot is going to move much faster now, so don't worry. If you have any imput for what's going to happen next, just PM me. Or…yep, leave a review! Pretty please? I'm trying to improve, and reviews really help a lot.