A/N: Okay, I really have no idea if someone has written on this fic but whatever; the idea just came to me. Sorry it took forever to get a new fic out. I was in New York for about a week. I had an amazing time. Also for now this fic is just an onesshot but never know I could do a second part, it depends on my mood really. Oh well, enjoy. I don't own though I wish I did.

I watched from afar as Angel's coffin was lowered into the ground, never to be seen again along with Collins wiping at his eyes, most likely unable to stop his tears from slide down his chocolate like cheeks. My own tears still refusing to budge from my green orbs though the temptation to just have a good cry was strong, stronger then I would have excepted but still, I stood alone everyone having parted ways after the argument.

I figured Roger was now on his way to Santa Fe, in the car he had gotten, Mimi wallowing in her sudden pain of loosing her best friend and once lover. True, she had Benny but he wasn't Roger. I could only guess that Mark was sitting alone in the loft looking over old film reels before heading to Buzzline to be Alexi's slave. Joanne was the only one I had no idea about, was she hunched over her desk working? Or sitting at her lavish apartment drowning in her own hurt?

A sudden thought crossed my mind. It hit hard, almost like a round of bullets being fired into my slim figure. I moved my gaze to Collins, mourning the loss of his lover, a person he loved more than himself and would never have the joys of kissing or holding again. The thought that crossed my mind was the fact that I still had my lover and she was probably crying over the pain that I had caused her.

A sigh escaped my lips, knowing what I had to do. I had to go talk to her but what to say? Passing my friend once last look, I turned and walked out of the cemetery, the leaves crunching under my feet as I walked, tightening my jacket around me for my own sense of comfort.

Walking down the busy streets of Manhattan, I gazed around at the people whom went on with their daily lives as if nothing had happened today, that it wasn't a funeral. I want to shout and scream that they were inconsiderate but I knew they didn't know about Angel. It wasn't their fault.

Letting my head fall, I continued on my path to the apartment I once shared with Joanne, my heels clicking on the concrete a sound echoing into my ears. The streets may have been crowded but I felt as if I was the only one, walking alone. By the time I made it to the Upper West Side of Manhattan, it was raining and I was soaked. My hair plastered to my face, the curls now gone, my clothes soggy, making me feel cold to the bone. I looked around the area knowing this wasn't an area I really belonged in but the only person that did make me feel as if I belonged was sitting in her apartment, which I know stood in front of.

I titled my head back, looking up to the fifth floor, drops of rain hitting my face making me only wonder how terrible my make up looked. I could see a faint light on signaling that the lawyer was home. Feeling my stomach doing flip-flops, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, walking inside the apartment building, taking the elevator up. I exited leaving a trail of water, not really comprehending the fact that someone could slip and fall, no all that matter was making it to Joanne's door.

I moved down the hall thinking of everything I could say to her but as I knocked and she answered, I got one look at the woman that I really and truly loved, her eyes puffy from crying, the remainder of dried tears on her mocha cheeks, comfy clothes on, looking so warm and inviting. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it a moment searching for the right words and when I went to speak again all that came out were three words.

"I'm so sorry."

-Fin