He'd always known that this moment would come. He knew that today would be one of the hardest moments of his life. What Mark didn't expect was it would be harder than he ever imagined.
He'll just say he's not the same
It was the third time Mark had been sitting in the hospital room, ironically, in his eyes, the same room. First Angel, then Mimi, and now Roger. Watching Roger lying there, on the bed, with Collins and himself looking on, Mark bit his lip.
Between the lines of fear and blame
"Listen, guys. I'll be..." Roger tried to finish the sentance, but a cough broke his speech.
Let him know that you know best
"Shut up, Roger. Just shut up for once. Do you actually think we're going to leave you?" Mark stopped before his voice broke.
Try to slip past his defence
Roger shrugged, leaning back in the bed, and closing his eyes. As if taking a cue, Collins shuffled out of the room, leaving Mark sitting on the bed. "Bastard. You're leaving me again."
The things you've told him all along.
"Yup. You're going to have to make it on your own, Cohen."
You stare politely right on through.
"Like hell I am. Roger... I..."
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend.
"I know, Mark." Roger reached out and took Mark's hand. "You're a good friend... brother."
Somewhere along in the bitterness and...
"You too... brother." Mark smiled at Roger, who leaned back, closing his eyes.
I would have stayed up with you all night
Mark just watched for a moment, before he realized. Roger was gone. He'd gone to be with April and Mimi and Angel. It was better for him there.
Had I known how to save a life...
Standing, Mark looked back at the bed. Part of him wished it was himself there, but he realized. Someone had to survive.
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Pray to God He Hears You, Rent, Mark, how to save a life, Mark-Roger in the end, PG
Date: 2007-03-27 07:27 pm (UTC)He'll just say he's not the same
It was the third time Mark had been sitting in the hospital room, ironically, in his eyes, the same room. First Angel, then Mimi, and now Roger. Watching Roger lying there, on the bed, with Collins and himself looking on, Mark bit his lip.
Between the lines of fear and blame
"Listen, guys. I'll be..." Roger tried to finish the sentance, but a cough broke his speech.
Let him know that you know best
"Shut up, Roger. Just shut up for once. Do you actually think we're going to leave you?" Mark stopped before his voice broke.
Try to slip past his defence
Roger shrugged, leaning back in the bed, and closing his eyes. As if taking a cue, Collins shuffled out of the room, leaving Mark sitting on the bed. "Bastard. You're leaving me again."
The things you've told him all along.
"Yup. You're going to have to make it on your own, Cohen."
You stare politely right on through.
"Like hell I am. Roger... I..."
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend.
"I know, Mark." Roger reached out and took Mark's hand. "You're a good friend... brother."
Somewhere along in the bitterness and...
"You too... brother." Mark smiled at Roger, who leaned back, closing his eyes.
I would have stayed up with you all night
Mark just watched for a moment, before he realized. Roger was gone. He'd gone to be with April and Mimi and Angel. It was better for him there.
Had I known how to save a life...
Standing, Mark looked back at the bed. Part of him wished it was himself there, but he realized. Someone had to survive.