Hey kids! I bet you thought that I dropped off the face of the earth, but I haven't. I just started college and I have been so busy. But here is the next fic, the song is by David Gray and is fantastic! And this is the first part of it, and the second will be in the other chapter. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think.


Disclaimer: Not mine.....nope, I'm a poor college kid, I can barely afford the shoes on my feet.



Chandler sat on the cold bench in the park and watched the people pass. It was a favorite pastime of his. People watching. What interesting things people did when they didn't think anyone was watching. He found it amusing. He would read his paper and have his morning coffee out on this very bench every morning and watch patrons of the park.

But not this time. He had no coffee in his hand. No morning paper. Instead he held a letter tightly in his hand as he watched the people pass and he cried. Funny, there used to be a time when he wouldn't have cried in public. What would people think? Now, he just sat with the tears streaming down his face. Sure, a few people gazed at him with strange looks pasted on their faces, but this was New York. There were all kinds of weirdos in New York. Crying on the bench was not as unusual as it seemed.

Sorry. She had said sorry in the note. "Sorry I have to leave, but I can't stay here anymore. I'm so sorry, Chandler."

She was sorry? Who was she kidding? She wasn't sorry. She couldn't wait to get out of their apartment. And she hadn't even had the balls to say it to his face. All her things were gone and lying there in an envelope with his name scrawled across it was this letter on the bed.

She had to go. She couldn't stay there anymore. She felt as if she couldn't breathe in their marriage. She felt as if she was drowning. It was all about her! Hadn't she thought about him for a moment? Not a single moment's thought about what abandoning him would cost?

"I'll save you," he had sobbed as he read it. "I wouldn't have let you drown." But it was too late. Gone on the next flight to Phoenix was everything in his life. Packed up and left without notice.

He had to get out of that apartment. He had to get air. Running from the building he had inexplicably ended up here. In the middle of the bustling park on his bench. His favorite bench. The bench where he had confessed that he thought that he might be in love with her. The bench where they had come when her father died and she sat in his arms and cried. The bench where they had a picnic to celebrate his promotion, and her new job. It was ruined now. He could never come here again and not think about her. It was of many things she had destroyed.

Destroyed when she left him.




Sail away with me honey

I put my heart in your hands

sail away with me honey

now, now, now

sail away with me

what will be will be

I want to hold you now




He wasn't the same anymore. Joey hated her for doing that to him. Chandler wasn't the Chandler that he used to be. He never laughed anymore. And she had done this to him. She had made him this way. For what? More than anything Joey wanted to call and ask her that. Why? Why had she done this?

She was one of their best friends. So not only had Chandler lost his love, his soul mate, his wife, they had also lost one of their best friends.

The three of them were inseparable. They had other friends, of course, but the three of them were the closest. It had started when Chandler started dating her and she pulled Joey in and they became a close little group of three.

Two now. He had to remember that. They weren't a three anymore. She had ruined that when she left. And Chandler, his buddy, his pal, the co-creator of fire darts, never wanted to do anything fun anymore.

"She might call," he'd say. Or, "She might come back, Joe. She could come back. And if she comes back then I want to be here."

"Dude, you're in a river in Egypt," Joey would tell him over and over again.

"What?" Chandler looked up at him with a confused expression on his face.

"De Nile." Chandler would shake his head and go back to whatever was occupying his mind so that he wouldn't have to think about her.

But he was. In denial. Everyone could see it but him. She wasn't coming back. She was gone. Forever. This was compounded when she had sent the divorce papers. She was out. Done with marriage. Done with him. Everyone had said what a perfect wife she had made, that it was as if she had been born to be a wife. Guess that left when the divorce papers arrived in the mail. But Chandler needed to snap out of this. Joey wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him.

"Stop thinking about her! Get out of your sweatpants, and come join the world of the living again," but no. He just smiled at Chandler sympathetically and cursed her in his head for doing this.




Crazy skies are wild above me now

winter howling at my face

and everything I held so dear

disappeared without a trace




Chandler finally got out of bed and went to the grocery store. All that he had left in his fridge was Diet Pepsi, Caprisuns, and milk, which he thought was old (AN: Ha ha! That's all my roommate and I have in our fridge...and water). So he had made the effort and went after work. This whole shopping thing was foreign to him. She had always been in charge of shopping, and the cooking and the cleaning. It wasn't that he hadn't offered, it was that she had wanted to do the housework. It made her feel like a real wife.

"Spaghetti," he thought to himself. "Should be an easy enough thing to make. What do you need to make spaghetti?" He hadn't even realized that he was talking to himself out loud when someone answered him.

"You need noodles, and sauce and meat if you like meat in your sauce," the amused voice behind him said. He turned sheepishly and came face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

"Noodles? But there are so many kinds!"

"Here," she reached past him and her hand brushed his shoulder as she took the box in her hand and handed it to him. "These are the kind that you need to make spaghetti."

"Thanks," he said smiling at her.

"No problem," she said shrugging as she left the aisle. "And sauce. Ragu is my favorite, but any kind will work. Good luck." Smiling, Chandler thanked her again and it was only after she had walked away that he realized that he hadn't gotten her name.




~* So I know that this part was kind of short, but it was just setting the story up. Can you guess who is wife was? Was it Monica? But who is the woman in the store? Maybe the wife is Monica, and I'll make her come back and it'll be a triangle kind of thing....who knows?