My god, can it be true? Am I actually posting a story???? Jeez, it's been a while!! I took a step back from "Friends", I was just so drained because of it. Lets face it, I've written a lot of "Friends" stories, I was so running out of ideas! So, I thought it best to lay low for a while. And success (ish). I've written a story!! So, I hope you all read and review, I don't know when I'll be back with another, but we'll see... Oh, the story is named after the Matthew Good song of the same name, and the first line is the first line from that song. Cheers, love to all!
I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do kinda miss the fandom! (single tear)
The pink pills are for your sanity . . .
Chandler had lost count of how many he'd had. Two, four, twelve, who knew anymore? Who even cared?
He didn't. In the back of his mind, he did, but it was numb back there, and the rest of him was uninterested.
She was gone.
She'd been gone for hours, maybe two, four, twelve, it could even have been days; he couldn't quite remember. The alcohol was making things fuzzy, making it hard to focus, maybe even making him forget.
Maybe . . .
But no. He could never forget her. Not permanently. For a while, for a night, sure; with the alcohol, perhaps. But not forever. There was just too much to remember.
Her hair, for one. Chandler didn't even know if he'd ever told her how much he loved to run his fingers through it. He guessed he had, he'd had to, it was too important not to tell. Her hair, he loved her hair.
Her eyes were her best feature, even better than her hair. Chandler was sure he had told her that. He faintly remembered a laugh, a smack on the shoulder, and then a rebuttal. He'd insisted, and he could remember now, her looking back at him with that smile, and saying, They're not as nice as yours.
That had been early on, before everyone had known, before Joey had even known. Chandler had barely known back then, thought he was just having a small time relationship, completely unaware that he was about to fall in love.
In the end, it had become too hard.
Typical of Chandler's relationships, but Monica had always said that she was happy to have him. Never in public, that would be almost out of character, but in private, under the covers, she had whispered it.
Chandler had usually joked right back.
It was only when he said the same thing to her, did her face truly light up the way that it would when they kissed.
In the end, Chandler wasn't quite sure whose fault the break-up was. It was probably his, but it could have been hers too. He couldn't quite remember, maybe in the morning, it would come back to him, with the blazing headache he was expecting.
Whatever had happened, whatever would happen, Chandler knew . . .
He would never forget her.
That might have been why he was drinking in the first place . . .