Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Yes, I killed Collins…I don't know why….the story just kind of elevated to that. Let me know if it's a bit too much. As I had said before, I'm ending this is 5 more chapters…I'm thinking of leaving it a bit unfinished…I'm not sure yet. It's becoming a bit of a task and I don't want my fics to be something that I dread working on.

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Tomorrow Comes - 35

With Angel

Angel didn't know where she was running, but anywhere was better than where she was. She just hoped that Tom would understand, he always did, he loved her. It would hurt them for a long while at first, but eventually they would be able to move on and be happy. Finally realizing where she was she stopped running, Angel looked about herself, standing in front of a soup kitchen. She'd come here so many times, grabbing a quick meal and taking it back to Mimi, the two of them sharing the small meal. Tom didn't understand who she was like he thought; it would be better this way. Without her, he could be happy with someone who wouldn't take his love for granted, someone that would treat him how he deserved to be treated. She knew from the day she helped him out of that alley that it wouldn't be in his best interest to be with her, but like he, she couldn't help falling in love. But all of that was over now; she wouldn't be able to hurt him anymore. She loves him; there wasn't a doubt about that. But she refused to have someone else that cared about her harmed simply because of her own personal bad luck. Angel opened the door to the soup kitchen, heading straight for the end of the line as she always did. Few of the homeless people took notice of her, but it wasn't the first time they saw a drag queen in their lives. After she had gotten a plate full of hot steaming food, she walked up to a volunteer that was handing out cups of lemonade. "Do you think that I could have a container to go?" The young girl smiled softly, tearing a sheet of aluminum foil and handing it to Angel. "Thank you." Angel smiled as she wrapped the food with the foil, heading out the door to find someone to give it to. She had walked a ways until she saw a young girl not over 13 holding her legs tightly to her chest. Startling her a bit, the young girl's eyes met Angel's. "Here." Angel simply said, handing her the plate that was beginning to cool down a bit. "Hurry, it's getting cold." The girl's face grimaced slightly, upset by Angel's actions. "Who said I was hungry?" "Take it and don't give me any lip." The young girl was caught off guard by this, taking the food hungrily. She had no idea who this person was, but at that point she didn't care, it was the first meal she'd had in a few days. "Thank you!" she said as she ran back into the house. Angel sat on the stoop; taking the exact position the young girl was in. "Welcome."

With Mark

The film maker couldn't believe what he was seeing as he heard the tone to Collins' heart rate machine go to a dull note. Doctors rushed in, nurses pushing him out of the way to sit him down. Everything became a blur as he watched 4 doctors rush in to try to save Collins, but when the last one came out his head downcast, Mark knew that was it. Collins' heart couldn't take it anymore, the film maker never thought that he would know someone that was heartbroken, let alone anyone that died from it. Angel wouldn't have just left like that, it wasn't like her. A tall man walked toward Mark, taking his glasses off and wiping the sweat from his brow. "Are you Mark?" Mark stared up at the man for a minute before coming to his senses. "Yes. How is he?" Mark knew the answer, but he had to hear it with his own ears. "We lost him. His heart, it just wouldn't respond to anything." It didn't want to respond, Angel was gone so there was so point of going on. "I'm so sorry." An anger rose in Mark that he never knew, anger at Collins for leaving so shamelessly and anger at Angel for killing him. If the authorities got a hold of this, Angel would be in prison for life. Mark sat himself back down, trying to calm down not even giving himself time to grieve over his best friend's death but yet trying to figure out a plan to save Angel's ass.

With Mimi and Roger

After they had eaten, the couple decided to go the park to talk. "So, why did you want to go to the park?" Mimi asked as she took out the bread from her sandwich crumbling a piece and throwing it to a pigeon. Roger cleared his throat nervously, this was it. "I wanted to talk about us." Mimi turned to him quickly studying his expression. "Us?" The rocker nodded gesturing Mimi to sit down on a nearby bench. She did so, still trying to figure just what the hell was going on in his head. "What's up?"

"I, I want us…uh…to get married." The dancer's eye lit up excitedly. "Do you really?" "Yes, I really do Meems." Roger said as he smiled at her excitement. "I love you and I want to do this." Mimi jumped to her feet pulling Roger up with her. "Don't just stand there, ask me to marry you dummy!" Roger laughed holding his girl and pulling her close to him. "Marry me." "Yes!" She yelped pulling Roger's head towards her in a passionate kiss. "Yes a million times! I can't wait to tell Angel!"

With Maureen and Joanne

Maureen was hysterically crying as Joanne raced to the hospital. "Oh my God Honeybear, I'm so sorry." Maureen curled herself into a ball, leaning her head against the car window. Her sobs continued as Joanne parked into the hospital parking lot, getting out of the car when Joanne opened for her. "Come on sweetie, let's go see what happened." When the two found Mark, he was sitting in a chair his head in his hands. "Mark! Where is he?" Maureen screamed to him startling him. "He's in there." Was all the film maker said before heading down the hall pushing past Joanne who was trying to hold him back. "Don't walk away Mark, we need you."

"Fuck everyone."

Joanne watched the young man as he angrily walked down the corridor out of sight. "Fuck him Joanne forget about it. He's being a little bitch as usual."

Maureen entered the room and gasped, Collins looked as if he was sleeping. Slowly she crawled onto the bed where he laid, resting her head against his chest which was cold. "Collins…" Joanne watched her girlfriend carefully, covering her face with her hands.