Rent drabble.

[midnightdiddle]

*blink* I wrote it for akashacatbat, so...yes. Gah, don't kill me! I probably slaughtered characters, but I tried...

And there's even shameless stealing of song titles... *hides*

Goodbye Love

When Mark stopped and looked around, he'd find himself stuck in an empty spot, somewhere between one street and the next. Everyone was gone and dead, buried under snow and grass and flowers. Mimi died not long after Roger came back, and then Collins. Roger died a few years later, and after the funeral, things just kinda stopped for Mark. Joanne and Maureen disappeared in pages of address books and tapes of voice mails, and in the minutes that passed like years, there just wasn't time to call.

"Speak."

Mark was painfully alone. He's survived, to be alone, because he was always alone. The irony nearly escaped him, but he caught the tail-end one night when he was looking through his films. Snip out some frames, reel it in, snip more frames. Weave the frames together, and he could pretend, for a few minutes, that when he looked up, Roger would be sitting on the couch, tuning that guitar.

Mark was growing talented at pretending.

"Mark? It's your mother. You should call us sometime. Christmas is coming, and we'll miss you-"

He'd never thought he'd be jealous of a dead person, but sometimes, when he was shoving more film into his camera, winding it in, he'd stare at his fingers, watch them move, and wonder why, exactly, he was still alive. If he looked at his life in a cold, calculating view, he could figure things out. He was alive because he'd done something right. He hadn't messed up like Roger or Mimi, and so he was going to live to be an old man who would die in his sleep.

So, if he'd done so much right, why did it feel like he was the one who got fucked over?

"Mark?"

God, he missed Roger.




Erm... I'll write a better one when I've seen Rent again. Yeah...

Comments

Ahhh!

[akashacatbat.livejournal.com]

I LOVED IT.

*hugs Mark*

I'll pass the link on to my little sisters. They'll love it too.

But you can still write more if you want. :)

[nezumiko.livejournal.com]

This is the epitome of what happens - how friendships diminish and vanish - how my own life has gone. Joanne and Maureen disappeared in pages of address books and tapes of voice mails, and in the minutes that passed like years, there just wasn't time to call.
This is a great little epilogue to Rent. Beautifully written, just as all your work is. It's really moving.

Re: Ahhh!

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

Yay! You liked it! And I will be writing more. I have this one in my head, for Benny. So, look for it soon, when I have more than five minutes to sit down at my computer. And I'm so glad you liked it! And thank you again for the cds! You're so nice!

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And I was really kinda proud of that line. It was my favorite in it, so I'm glad you like it.

Re: Ahhh!

[akashacatbat.livejournal.com]

No problem! I'm assuming they arrived safely then? *crosses fingers*

HALLO!

[smarmyelf.livejournal.com]

This is AkashaCatBat's sister, and it is WAY too late for me to be reading RENT fic. sions. I liked your story, though. It was wunderbar. I'm impressed, since you got the characterization of Mark perfectLee! written? That's a confusing sentence, and I apologize. But it's late. You killed Roger. Why??? I LOVE ROGER!!! HE WON'T DIEEEE IN MY HEART! <3 that's my heart. < :) 3 and that's Roger in my heart. I miss ROger too, Mark. I DO TOO. *criieeees* Not much more to say bout this one. It's very nice. I enjoyed. Muchly.
You get a gold star!

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