really short. i'll update again, soon.
Chapter 4: The Funeral
Everyone sat scattered in the pews of Saint Mary's Cathedral. Mimi's casket sat before them, lit candles resting on top. Roger stood, looking down at the glossy wood.
She's gone.
He turned to face his friends, showing them his red, wet face. He swallowed a sob, and began to speak.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," he started, "After April died, I thought that I'd never be myself again. But when I met you, baby, you changed my world. Your candle brightened my life. You were always so fun, and ready to go out, and live. No day but today. But now your day's over, and I know mine will never be the same." He tuned back around, and looked at the coffin. "I love you," he whispered.
After Roger had taken his seat next to Mark, Angel stood.
"Mimi, my chicka," she sniffed, "you're gone. You were my best friend in the whole world. You were the one who stood by my side as I kicked the butts of everyone who opposed us. You were the one who gave me the courage to confront that stupid skinhead. You were the one who helped me become comfortable with myself. And now you're gone." Her voice cracked as she finished, and hurried off to Collins' arms.
Mark grabbed his friend's shoulder as Maureen made her way to the front. He couldn't take it anymore. Roger stood and quickly left the church.
Outside, he sat on a bench and buried his head in his hands. He couldn't take it. First April, now Mimi. He just wasn't allowed to be happy and in love.