Author's Notes: I just wanted to apologize to my readers, life is extremely crazy for me. We're on Thanksgiving Break for a week so I have time to actually upgrade my stories. Thank you to all of you that keep up with this story. I'll be ending the story with 40 chapters.

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Tomorrow Comes - 34

With Angel and Collins

Angel slowly backed away, loosening her grip on Collins who could feel her hesitancy. Clearing his throat of the sobs that shook his whole body, Collins fumbled with his eyes so that he could see her better. "Ang, where are you going?"

"I can't do this anymore Tom. I've hurt you." Angel backed away, tears streaming down her face.

Collins let out a rather hoarse wail as he sat his tired body up in the hospital bed. "Angel, I forgive you baby. Please, don't leave me like this."

"Look at what I've done to you! Haven't you realized what kind of a threat I am to you?"

Reaching out his hand, the professor motioned towards her, keeping his arm outstretched. "Don't you think that I know what has happened?! I can't keep losing you Angel. Please, I won't beg you anymore. Now come here."

When Angel shook her head no, Collins' heart sank. He grimaced as he slowly laid himself back down, placing his hand on his wound. When he finally got himself as comfortable as he could, the man closed his eyes, tears trailing down onto the pillow underneath. "I don't know what to say to you Angel. I don't understand why you feel like you don't deserve to have anyone. I want you. I love you. Why can't you see that? Why do you have to put salt on my wounds? The only reason why I'm living right now is because of you."

"¡Soy un monstruo Tom! A fucking monster." Angel slumped against the wall underneath the television, slowly sliding down landing on the floor. Quickly grabbing her legs and pulling them to her, Angel sobbed uncontrollably screaming into her arms.

Collins could hear her every word, and there wasn't a time that he could remember how badly he wanted to hold her as he did right now. "Ang, please don't cry sweetheart. I'm here baby. Let me hold you baby please come to me." The pain from his wound was overcoming him slowly, his body showing signs of exhaustion.

Angel lifted her head, shouting at him. "I don't want to be with anyone Tom. Not you, not with anyone! Leave me alone! I don't bring any good to anyone. ¡Soy no bueno a nadie! Especially you, Tom especially you."

"So what am I supposed to do without you?! All you've been thinking about is how you won't hurt me if you're not around. What about my heart? What about my love for you? Am I nothing to you-"

"You're everything to me!" Angel said angrily as she pounded her fists to the floor. "But I can't hurt you anymore; I don't want to do this anymore. I want to be alone. Forever."

His body couldn't take it any longer, it needed sleep and it needed sleep immediately. "Fine Angel. Go. Leave me. Leave me here. Alone. After all I don't deserve your love right? Go."

Angel slowly stood to her feat, feeling empty inside. "Tom please understand-"

"Get the fuck out!" the professor shouted with his last bit of might before he collapsed into a deep sleep.

Covering her mouth in shock at what she had done, Angel sprinted out of the room pushing Mark out of the way as she ran down the narrow corridor to the elevators.

With Mimi and Roger

Finally getting seated at their regular spot at the back of the diner, Mimi leaned into Roger listening for his heartbeat. Roger's thoughts left him as he contemplated Collins' condition. "Meems."

Mimi took the hair out of her face as she looked up to the rocker. "Hmm?"

"Would you die for me?" Roger turned to face Mimi, and before she could reply the waitress was ready for their order. The couple ordered, receiving their drinks quickly. Mimi moved to the other side of the booth as she grabbed her tea, steeping the tea bag in the hot water.

"Mimi." Roger said a little irritated. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah Rog, I heard you." Mimi searched her mind for the right answer. "I don't want to talk about this. I mean why the fuck do we have to talk about this?" The dancer grabbed her purse, scooting herself off of the seat. Before she could go too far, Roger grabbed her wrist. "Hey! What's eatin' you?"

"I need to go to the bathroom." Mimi said as she looked away from her boyfriend. Roger leaned his head in as he searched for some reason for her instant mood swing. It dawned on him that she wouldn't make eye contact with him. "Sit down Meems."

She ripped her arm away from him as her anger began to grow. "I need to go to the fucking bathroom." Her skin was flushed and red Roger could see as she kept scratching her arm subcontiously.

"Please babe, sit down. Our food is here." Roger smiled warmly at the waitress who placed the plates down and walked away. Mimi looked at the food sitting herself down across from Roger who watched her eyes become glassy. "Give me your purse babe." The rocker asked as he held his hand out to her. "I'm with you, you don't need it anymore."

The dancer handed Roger her purse as she grabbed her purse handing it to him. "I love you." Roger looked up when she spoke, pushing a fork toward her. "I love you too."

With Maureen and Joanne

Maureen was so far up the street she figured Joanne would never be able to catch her, but she was wrong. The performance artist briskly turned around when she noticed a car following her.

"What?!" She yelled defensively at Joanne who sped up so that she could catch up with her girlfriend. "Honeybear please get in the car, I'm sorry."

"No!" Maureen yelled as she began to run in her stiletto boots. Joanne shook her head as she quickly caught with her once more. "You and I both know that you can't run in those boots. The only one that can come close to running in shoes like that would be Angel."

The young woman stopped in her tracks when Joanne pulled into a parking lot to a drug store. Going on the other side of the car, Maureen opened the door climbing in. Quickly closing the door to get out of the cold, the performance artist looked out the window now want to make eye contact with Joanne at all. "Maureen, I apologize for acting the way I've been acting. I was just so upset about the show-"

"I know Pookie. Just forget it okay?"

Joanne placed her hand onto Maureen's upper thigh, squeezing it just a bit. Maureen turned her head toward Joanne who was kept staring at her lips. "Stop staring at my lips."

"I can't help it." Joanne muttered as she traced her lips along them. "I like them."

Maureen smiled at she swatted at her girlfriend's hand placing it back on her thigh. "Then come here."

As soon as Joanne leaned in to meet Maureen's awaiting lips, Joanne jumped when she heard her phone ringing. Fumbling for her phone that was in her purse that was currently in between Maureen's legs, Joanne lunged for it. "Hello?!"

The performance artist giggled slightly as Joanne ended up lying on Maureen's legs. As Joanne tried to keep up her conversation, Maureen began to flirt with the bottom of Joanne's shirt caressing the skin there. "Stop Maureen!" Joanne yelled half laughing.

"What?!" Joanne sat herself up becoming serious. "Who is that pookie?"

Joanne shushed Maureen as the panic began rise in her throat. "Oh my God. We'll be right there! Oh my fucking god!" The lawyer threw the phone onto the dashboard, pressing her foot heavily on the gas.

"Joanne what the hell is going on! Calm down!" Maureen said as she reached for her seat belt.

"He's dead!" Joanne screamed, her voice getting caught with a large sob.

"Who the hell is dead? Who are you talking about?!" Maureen frantically sat herself up in the car, she knew who she was talking about but she wasn't sure. "Who Joanne! Answer me!"

"Collins! He's dead, oh my fucking god he's dead!"