Sometimes I feel she is here.

Should take that Santa Fe trip.

Merry Christmas bitches.


So I'm late.

Collins wandered off alone, everyone else was off doing their thing and he wasn't trying to bring them all down. He just needed time to clear his head, even if he really shouldn't have been out in the cold. He kept his coat wrapped around him, the one Angel had gotten him that day they finally defined what they both already knew they were.

He finally found a bench to sit on and leaned back looking up as snow began to fall. He knew it was bad for his health to stay too long. He pulled out a Marlboro box and took one of the joints he carried in it out and lit it up. He took a deep inhale as he watched the snow falling and thought about Angel. Christmas was coming, more importantly Christmas Eve, The night they met and it was hard on him every year after she died to deal with it.

Christmas coming, hard to be alone.

I can still hear Angel's voice.

It's been so hard without her.

( She'll always be my hope. )

Tom Collins
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Disclaimer: Collins is not mine, he's the creation of the late great Jonathan Larson, I just borrow him.

Collins hadn't been feeling too well and it showed. He was paling in complexion and was coughing. If touched he'd be burning up but complaining he was cold. He really shouldn't have been out but he had gone out to pick up something for Angel from The Life Cafe. He wanted to surprise her, damn him being caught out in the rain those few days back.

So tired. So cold. I just want to curl up.

Some days good, some are bad, friends make it better.