The final chapter! I can't believe it here! This story started off as something I just wanted to do to take my mind off of Without You I Die. I only planned for it to be 10 chapters and it turned into a whole novel with twists, turns, deep plots, and beloved characters. I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who reviewed! Honestly, without you, I could never have done it! You guys kept me going. This was my first story I updated while I was in the middle of writing it as well. I usually only update finished stories, but I wanted to give this a try, and I am glad I did. And before I sign off for the final time, I want to say good luck to anyone who is taking Finals (mine are in session), anyone who is receiving nominations or awards for youth theater (I just went to the Helen Hayes' on Monday and I know a bunch of theater people do Fanfic), and of course my sport loves, who are receiving trophies and honorable mentions for the county and states at this time. I know it is a busy year for everyone! I think that wraps it up! Be sure to check out the Without You I Die Trilogy, which is what I will be updating next. Thanks again! Love to all!

Disclaimer: I am not Jonathon Larson. I am w.o Yu i Die, just a Fanfiction writer, who is privileged to use the characters and settings of RENT.

A Lifetime Ago

(Mark's POV)

May 30, 1992 2:00 p.m. eastern standard time

I stood at the altar, next to my best friend. I felt my heart pounding, as I waited for the music to start. Roger Davis was calm and collected. I admired him for his nonchalant attitude. Maybe it was because the two of them had been together for so long, that he wasn't nervous about the vows. Or maybe he just had his rocker attitude on. The music started and Mrs. Davis and Roger's older brother, Louis walked down the aisle, meeting his sister, Annalisa in the first pew. I gave a small smile to my parents and my older sister Cynthia, sitting a few rows back. Cynthia was sitting with her husband Samuel and their three children Sammy Jr., Rebecca, and Eve. Once the groom's mother was seated, the party entered. Collins escorted Erika, who looked stunning in her red bridesmaid gown, and next came Joanne and Maureen, walking arm in arm. Then, Angel, the maid of honor, came down the aisle alone. Her dress had a little extra sparkle on it, which we all knew she added herself. Then, after the party was at the altar, the procession stood, and the music changed, with the heavy chords of the organ reverberating off the walls. We all watched the back double doors open, as Mimi came through. She was wearing an all white gown, with a long train following her. Her curly brown hair was pulled up into a bun, with tight spiral pieces framing her face. She looked like a goddess, with her light brown skin, and her light pink cheeks. I couldn't help but grin at her. The bouquet in her hand was full of red roses that she was stroking lightly with her long nails. She made it up to the altar and grabbed Roger's hand, ready to tie the knot.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur. My only real duty, as the best man, was to hand the couple their rings. There were no speeches or readings, except for the vows, which were sweet and traditional.

"I, Roger, take you, Mimi, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life."

A small tear fell from Mimi's right eye. She cleared her throat and began with her vow. "I, Mimi, take you, Roger, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, even after death do us part."

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife." The whole procession stood after the priest announced their matrimony. "You may kiss the bride," he added softly. And with that, Roger bent down and kissed his bride softly on the lips. "May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Roger Davis!"

The whole congregation began to shout and cheer, as Roger and Mimi linked arms and ran down the aisle and outside, followed by all of their loved ones. A small white car was parked in the front. Roger lifted Mimi into the passenger seat, before jumping in the driver's side and speeding off.

"I love weddings," Erika whispered in my ear. I turned around and grabbed her waist. She truly looked beautiful.

"I cannot wait for the reception, so I can get out of these heels!" Maureen groaned. "Angel and Collins just left with Roger's parents, to make sure that everything was ready."

"Let's start going now," Joanne suggested. Everyone made there way down the block to the old dance hall, which was rented out for the party. The inside, looked phenomenal. The tablecloths were red, with white flowered centerpieces. There were red and white balloons strung everywhere and some thrown out onto the wooden dance floor. Gold champagne glasses and sparkling silverware met the guests, as they found their seats.

And before everyone knew it, the music kicked up and the D.J. announced Mr. and Mrs. Roger Davis. The happy newly weds came running through the door. Roger held up their hands, as if they had just won a big boxing match. She grinned and kissed his cheek. I watched them for a good half hour, saying hello to everyone, and not letting go of one another's hand, as if they were afraid they might lose each other again. Finally, they parted, and went to say hello to more guests.

"Oh baby," Maureen squealed when Mimi finally came over. "You look stunning."

"I cannot believe you are married," giggled Erika.

The bride kissed my cheek and asked me if I was having fun. I couldn't stop looking at her. She was positively glowing. When she walked away, Joanne tapped me on the shoulder.

"Did you see the last page of their wedding program?"

I looked at the small printed words she was holding up to my face. Mr. and Mrs. Davis would like to dedicate this mass to the late Michael Longere.

"Who did this?"

"I think Roger," Joanne whispered. "Mimi still hasn't seen it."

"Wow," I gasped. "He really has changed."

"For the better," Joanne added. "He just grew up a little."

"EXCUSE ME!" a voice over the microphone boomed. We all looked toward the small stage and groaned slightly.

"No more protests," Joanne whispered, rolling her eyes. "What is she doing?"

"HI! My name is Maureen Johnson. You have probably seen me protesting the Life Café or in the back lot. Well, I promised I wouldn't protest at my best friends' wedding, even though Cyber Arts needs to be stopped and homeless people need rights too and a place to bathe. Now that we are on the subject, though, I need to point out the-"

The diva was interrupted by Roger heavily clearing his throat and giving her a dark look.

"Oh sorry," she blushed. "I just am up here, because I want to wish the new couple the best of luck. They know I love them, so I don't need to dwell on that, but I do want to thank them for everything they have ever done for me. I love you guys! But before we toast to you, I have a little story I would like to share. A few months ago, my best friend asked another friend of mine if he could sing at her wedding. He turned her down immediately, saying no! But I was wondering if maybe he would play for her now?"

With that, Maureen pulled out Roger's beloved fender. I turned to my best friend and saw his jaw drop and his cheeks go pink. Everyone cheered, knowing the importance of the instrument.

"We all felt bad Roger! We didn't want you to give up your guitar, so we got it back. Because who is Roger Davis without his old fender?"

Mimi ran over to her husband and threw her arms around his neck. He spun her quickly, causing her white dress to flow out in every direction.

"Why did you do this Meems?" Roger laughed. "How can I thank you?"

"Get up there and play at my wedding!" Mimi demanded playfully. He stuck his tongue out at her and made his way up to the small stage, while everyone cheered.

"This is a song I wrote a while back about some girl. It might be a little out of tune, but as my friends know, it always is." We all laughed as he began to strum on the tightly wound strings.

Your eyes

As we said our goodbyes.

Can't get hem out of my mind

And I find I can't hide

From you eyes

The ones that took me by surprise.

The night you came into my life,

Where there's moonlight I see your eyes.

How'd I let you slip away?

When I'm longing so to hold you

Now I'd die for one more day,

'Cause there's something I should have told you.

Yes there's something I should have told you.

When I looked into your eyes

Why does distance make us wise?

You were the song all along

And before the song dies!

I should tell you, I should tell you,

I have always loved you.

You can see it in my eyes.

As the end of Mussetta's Waltz approached, Roger let his band take over by jumping off the stage and taking Mimi's hand. She was standing in the back, tears brimming in her eyes, and a huge smile plastered to her face. He pulled her onto the dance floor, holding her close, and swaying to the music. Everyone clapped and soon joined them. As Erika and I sauntered past the newlyweds, we heard them whispering.

"I can't believe we are married," Mimi was saying.

"I have been waiting for this day forever," Roger smiled, kissing her.

"If you were waiting so long Mr. Davis, you should have asked sooner!"

"Well, Mrs. Davis, you are a very intimidating girl!"

We laughed at our friends, causing everyone to gather around the newly christened Mr. and Mrs. Davis. Angel and Collins were dancing a little quicker than the beat was, but then again, they were always a little off key. Maureen and Joanne were dancing as well. I knew that they both knew it wasn't supposed to end that way with them, but life does that to you. It can throw curveballs when you aren't even looking. And of course, I was holding Erika. And what could I say from here? It seemed like yesterday I came home and found a crying Mimi. It seemed like only yesterday Roger and Erika hooked up and Mimi was carrying my son. And Angel went back to her hometown of gangs and violence. And Roger got shot by Mimi's x-fiancé. All these events seemed to blend together, but in reality, they were a lifetime ago.

"To the newlyweds!" Collins was saying, raising a glass of Stoli he had been holding since he walked in the door, to Roger and Mimi, while continuing to dance with Angel.

We all chanted, "To the newlyweds!"

Looking down at Erika, I saw my own legacy unfold before me. Now that everyone else's lives were in order, I could live mine. I no longer had to play caretaker of my friends, with exception of a few cases, but what can you do? Erika raised her thin eyebrow at me.

"What are you looking at?" She placed her left hand higher on my shoulder, causing me to blink as the light hit the diamond on her ring finger.

"You." And with that, I bent down and kissed my fiancé.

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