Summary: Mimi right before she “dies”
Warnings: I wouldn't really call it a death...
It was always something that Mimi had longed for. She'd spent her whole life searching for someone to love and ironically enough when she found him, her disease had decided to take her away from him. It was truly the cruelest gift of all.
As she was laid out on the table in the loft, she couldn't help but wish that she'd never met Roger, or Angel or anyone. It would make everything easier. The hardest thing to do in this world wasn't living in it-- but leaving.
“I... love... you.” She managed out before she faded out of consciousness.