So this is just an idea I had randomly. I'll probably continue it but reviews help. This is my first fic so please be nice. The title is from one of Kelly Clarkson's songs.
Disclaimer: RENT belongs to the amazing Jonathan Larson, not me.
March 18th 1999
The world spun around Maureen Johnson but she didn't care. She felt Joanne's arms wrap around her but she didn't feel anything. Tears flowed down her face as she stared at the face in front of her. She'd known it was going to happen for years now, but the reality somehow never set in. Worry filled her now; did she know that Maureen was sorry? Her eyes blurred and she just wanted to go back all those years to when it began and stop her, but she couldn't.
No day but today. That's how she lived. How they all lived. But it was over now, they were all gone. The three of them left had future's ahead of them, had lives. Everything was changing. Maureen suddenly got the letter from her pocket. It was from years ago. Maybe now she finally had the strength to give it to her.
Dear Jenny,
I'm sorry. I know I said it. I can admit I was wrong. But you're too young to be dealing with this, we all are I suppose, but I can get you out. Weird huh, me thinking of others. But you don't need to be around the East Village, if you can get a descent life, then I'll be happy.
You're the only person I can trust, really. You've been there always, that's why I care about you. Wherever you end up I hope you're happy. Maybe I'll see you again one day. Until then you'll always be the best baby sister.
Love, Mo
Maureen left the letter at the bedside and turned around into Joanne's embrace. "Let's go home," she whispered and they left the room with Maureen turning around to have one last look before it was all over.