RENT: The Way the World Ends
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find_rightbrainTitle: The Way the World Ends
Characters/Pairing: Roger/Mimi
Word Count: 407
Rating: G
Summary: Mimi had always been fascinated by endings.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
speed_rent challenge #65.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, and I'm extremely unlikely ever to. Shiny?
Mimi had always been fascinated by endings. It wasn't the "once upon a time" that mattered, but the "happily ever after"—or maybe not so happily, depending on the story. But happy or otherwise, the ending was the most important part, and she'd always liked to see where everything stood at the end of the story, whose lives had been changed for good, who was better off, worse off, than at the beginning of the story. Who even cared. Mimi used to love to listen to fairytales, but then she had no one to tell them to her, and almost forgot them altogether.
Still, she always noticed the endings of things more than the beginnings. She can't remember her first kiss all that clearly—she does remember the ending of that relationship, the way it fell apart with screaming and shouting and anger… Maybe she prefers ending with a bang anyway. It's loud and messy, but it certainly draws attention.
Not that there was anything wrong with happy endings—maybe they were quieter and drew less attention, but there was less mess at the end, no broken hearts or tears… She never did get any kind of happy ending, though, not that she could remember. And she would have remembered, had there been one, because she always was looking for it, whether she knew it or not. It always bothered her that Angel had no chance of a happy ending, and that she knew it all along. It bothered her that her own happy endings kept getting marred by some petty argument, or her dancing, or her drugs… It never quite occurred to her that it might not be possible to have a happy ending in reality—not because happiness didn't exist, but because it couldn't ever end on that note, that every happy moment had to go on and could never stay that way. That endings never happened until you died.
She did know, though, when the ending of her own story began. She knew too much about endings not to recognize the denouement of her little not-quite fairytale, her prince riding off into the sunset without her, and leaving her to face the end on her own. No happily ever after here, or even the fireworks of ending with a bang. This was the kind of ending she'd always hated, with no real conclusion either way, just sliding off into nothing…
"Goodbye love… hello disease."
Characters/Pairing: Roger/Mimi
Word Count: 407
Rating: G
Summary: Mimi had always been fascinated by endings.
Notes: Written for
speed_rent challenge #65.Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, and I'm extremely unlikely ever to. Shiny?
Mimi had always been fascinated by endings. It wasn't the "once upon a time" that mattered, but the "happily ever after"—or maybe not so happily, depending on the story. But happy or otherwise, the ending was the most important part, and she'd always liked to see where everything stood at the end of the story, whose lives had been changed for good, who was better off, worse off, than at the beginning of the story. Who even cared. Mimi used to love to listen to fairytales, but then she had no one to tell them to her, and almost forgot them altogether.
Still, she always noticed the endings of things more than the beginnings. She can't remember her first kiss all that clearly—she does remember the ending of that relationship, the way it fell apart with screaming and shouting and anger… Maybe she prefers ending with a bang anyway. It's loud and messy, but it certainly draws attention.
Not that there was anything wrong with happy endings—maybe they were quieter and drew less attention, but there was less mess at the end, no broken hearts or tears… She never did get any kind of happy ending, though, not that she could remember. And she would have remembered, had there been one, because she always was looking for it, whether she knew it or not. It always bothered her that Angel had no chance of a happy ending, and that she knew it all along. It bothered her that her own happy endings kept getting marred by some petty argument, or her dancing, or her drugs… It never quite occurred to her that it might not be possible to have a happy ending in reality—not because happiness didn't exist, but because it couldn't ever end on that note, that every happy moment had to go on and could never stay that way. That endings never happened until you died.
She did know, though, when the ending of her own story began. She knew too much about endings not to recognize the denouement of her little not-quite fairytale, her prince riding off into the sunset without her, and leaving her to face the end on her own. No happily ever after here, or even the fireworks of ending with a bang. This was the kind of ending she'd always hated, with no real conclusion either way, just sliding off into nothing…
"Goodbye love… hello disease."