A/N: Sorry it took me so long! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I was having a bad day (we had a blizzard all day, my DVD of RENT got all scratched up and crapped out from Santa Fe to La Vie Boheme (we all know angry Rentheads are no laughing matter), got depressed about the cost of the colleges in New York I'd like to go to (namely Adelphi University ($25,240)and NYU ($37,372)) and I jabbed myself repeatedly with a needle making jewelry), and this really picked me up. I also want you to know that if you haven't listened to Blinding Light, Adam Pascal's album with Larry Edoff, you have to!!!! DOWNLOAD IT OFF ITUNES! It's amazing. At least get Single Drop of You and Pause the Clock. Sorry the last chapter was so short. It had info, though. Love ya!
"Kelley…. Oh my God. You knew them… all of them didn't you?"
"Not all," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I didn't know Angel or April. I met the rest of them not long after that. I went to visit Maureen in New York. She brought me to dinner that night with her lover, Joanne, and their friends Mimi and Roger, who had just been married, Mark, Maureen's ex, and Collins, Mo's best friend. Angel had died late the year before, and April had committed suicide two years ago."
"Oh… oh my God. Kelley, I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault. Most of them died before you were born."
"I know. Kelley?"
"Yes, Bella?"
"Can you put me under again? I mean, in a trance."
"Why?"
"I want to remember."
Kelley sighed and stood up.
"Come on."
I followed Kelley into the front room and lay down on the silk sofa.
"Are you ready?"
"Beam me up, Scotty," I grinned.
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
Everything went black.
I dreamed of April again (I knew her name because she committed suicide, like Kelley had said). Then came the pale man hovering over me. I was in a hospital bed. I hated it. Kelley was there next to him. She was pregnant.
I held the man's hand.
He was crying. They both were.
"Don't worry. I won't be gone long."
My voice was barely above a whisper.
Then I died.
I opened my eyes.
Kelley stared at me. Tears streamed down her face.
"What is it?"
"You were Roger. The day he died."
"I…."
"Those were his last words. "Don't worry. I won't be gone long." Our daughter was born the next day. We loved her so much, but we couldn't keep her. We didn't have enough money to give her everything she needed."
"What happened to her?"
"She was adopted by a family with lots of money, not too far away from us. Last I heard, her adopted father put a pistol to his head when the economy went bad. His insurance was worth a lot, so I guess he wanted them to have it."
It sounded like my own father. Damn him for leaving us like that.
"What did she look like?"
Kelley let a tear fall down her face.
"She was the prettiest little thing. She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, like her father. And her eyes, after she was born, they turned green so fast. They looked exactly like Roger's had. It killed Mark to look at her eyes."
"Mark?"
"My husband. My full name is Kelley Jeanne Cohen."
"Cohen… Mark Cohen. That was the name of the man I met in the cemetery."
"You must have met your father, then."
"What?"
A/N: Well, well, well, what have we here, huh(not meant to be taken from the Man)? A second generation boho? Hmmm. Reviews are loved. So are suggestions, because I'm not sure where to take it from here.