(A/N): So I've had this idea for ages now, really want to see how it goes. It is based on the episode 'The One Where Chandler Can't Cry' when Monica goes on about how if she died, Chandler wouldn't shed a tear, and then called him a 'robot'. Well I was thinking, what if that actually happened? How would Chandler be affected by it? I am not stealing anyone's ideas, this fic is mainly based on Chandler.
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It had been a month since Monica died. The doctor said that if they'd found out sooner, they would have had a better chance at saving her life. 'At least she died peacefully.' they would say. He hated it when they said that. His wife was dead, gone, but he chose not to accept it. Why him? God could have chosen anyone else, but it had to be him. The once sarcastic, but loveable, Chandler was now bitter and filled with hatred. The rest kept their distance from him in case he lashed out at them like the many times he had before. He had given Joey a black eye, Ross a broken nose and the rest an emotional scar about how their friend had changed. He spent most of his time on the balcony, looking up at the stars that reminded him of his lovers eyes. He didn't go to work, he smoked, gambled, drank, until the early hours of the morning.
Phoebe was the most concerned. She'd seen her mother acting like this until she killed herself. The windows to his soul were bleak, dull, lifeless. She wondered if Chandler would do the same thing her mother did. What the most disturbing thing was though, was that Chandler never cried at the funeral. He stood next to her grave, a slight wisp of a sad smile touching the corners of his mouth.
"You were right, Mon. You were right."
That day Ross had tried to comfort his brother-in-law, to which he fled the scene. It was then something inside of Chandler snapped, something nightmarish was released. He completely trashed the apartment, every memory that had once been was gone, destroyed. They told him he need 'help'. Whatever that meant. He just wished he could go back in time and save her. But he was stuck here, all by himself while he soul mate was sitting on a perfectly symmetrical cloud.
He came back from the liquor store to find Ross, Joey, Rachel and Phoebe waiting for him. It was an intervention, a stupid trick to get him to forget his wife. He saw Monica sitting with them, beckoning him over.
"Mon?" he called, eyeing the couch on which she sat on.
The other four sighed sadly and watched him as he ran to the invisible image he was seeing. For the first time in weeks he actually looked like Chandler again.
"Chan, there's no one there..." Ross began, patting his friend on the shoulder gently.
"She's right there!" he belted, gesturing to nothing.
"Chandler." Rachel tried, facing the widower, shaking his shoulders to bring him back into reality "Monica is dead."
It was like a ton of bricks had hit him all at once. His knees buckled underneath him and he collapsed onto the couch, a trail of icy tears staining his cheeks.
"No, she's right there! Why can't you see her?" he choked in between sobs.
Monica sat there, emotionless. Her raven black hair covering her pale face. She winked mischievously, putting her finger to her lips and smiled. She got up, walking away while she sang:
"Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight."
Then she was gone.
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(A/N): So, thanks for reading, next chapter will hopefully be up soon. Leave a review!
