Having to bury a friend was never easy, especially when they were the light of everyone's lives, the person who was able to put a smile upon everyone's faces. You knew that everyone would be facing the loss of Angel. She had been such a large presence and offered so much joy in everyone's lives so having to finally say goodbye was beyond painful for you. The funeral had gone beautifully though, and you knew that if she could have seen it, she'd have been proud with that legacy, although it did end in a large argument amongst everyone who had once been friends. Maybe Angel had been the glue of your friendships but without her everything fell apart although you couldn't all be blamed as you were all mourning in your own ways.

You and your boyfriend Roger headed back to your apartment, silence between you, both of you far too upset to form conversation yet. Even once inside of your apartment, you just sat down on the sofa and allowed the quiet to feed you both.

Looking over to the coffee table, you found a photo from New Year's Eve, one of the last times you were all together and all happy, Angel in the middle looking as happy as she ever was.

"She always knew how to make a memory," you whispered, picking up the frame so you could closer look at it.

"She never saw the point in leaving things to half, everyone was dressing up and she was able to put us all to shame with how fabulous she looked," Roger said with a fond smile as he looked at the photo with you.

You looked up at him slightly, seeing the pain that was held in his eyes. You didn't know what you would do without Roger, so you had no idea how Collins must have felt at the moment, but you knew it would destroy you.

"I wish we could all be as happy as we had been," you said solemnly, doubting there would be any happiness amongst you all.

He raised your chin so that you could look him in the eye as he spoke to you. "Everything will be okay, I'm sure of it."

Roger leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, not caring that both of you had only just stopped crying from the funeral.

"I hope so," you whispered, not moving far from him. "Angel would have wanted a beautiful legacy in our friendship, keeping her memory alive."

"And that will be what we do."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.