(A/N): I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter! I've updated quite quickly, because I just can't stop writing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends. If I did, there would be more episodes and I would be chilling on my yacht with Matthew Perry and the rest of them.

Chandler had hid himself away in his room. How dare they not believe she was there, she was sitting with them and they still questioned him. They were ignorant, how could they forget her so easily? She was Monica. The woman who kept everything in order. The one who saved everyone from chaos. The one who you could always rely on. He paced, up and down all night, trying to ware himself out so he could get some sleep. But his mind wouldn't let him, it was alert, the cogs in his brain churned even when there was nothing to think about.

"Chandler?"

He span on his heels. There was his darling wife, sat on the bed, patting the empty space next to her. He skipped over, a weary grin plastered on his tired face. He put his arm around her, she snuggled into his neck. He heard her whisper something, but it was slightly muffled, unclear.

"They don't believe, Chandler."

Her eyes lay into his longingly as she rubbed his hands in a soothing motion.

"You have to make them believe in me." she uttered, turning her head away.

He went to hug her but she moved away from him awkwardly, getting up from the bed.

"I'm trying..." he replied, running his hands through his chocolate, spiky hair "They won't listen to me."

She sighed inwardly, brushing the charcoal bits of hair from her face. He raised his heavy body from where he sat, slowly making his way over to her. He tilted his head playfully, stroking her arm, placing his lips on hers. They stood there, passionately embracing, the world around them pausing.

"I love you, Monica." he said, pulling in for another kiss.

"Chandler? What are you doing?"

His head shot up, a Dear in the headlights expression. Joey stood in the doorway, worrying concern written all over his face.

"Joe, can't you see we're busy? Give us some privacy, man."

The Italian crept hastily out of the room, leaving the door open, the blaring light blinding Chandler. A tall shadow stretched across the floor, a second later, Ross appeared, Joey in tow.

"Ross, can you please tell Joey to stop interrupting when me and Monica are having some alone time?"

All went silent. The atmosphere darkened, the palaeontologist winced at the use of his sisters name.

"Tell them to go away." Monica commanded, Chandler's arms still wrapped around her.

"G-Go away," he shook, Ross and Joey closing in on him "Leave us alone!"

But still they came closer, each step pounding in his ears. Monica tugged at his sleeve, pointing to the door with a whimper. An exit. He'd never been so thankful to see one.

"Don't touch her!" he shrieked, shoving his two friends out of the way, dragging Monica along with him.

As he ran into the lounge, Phoebe and Rachel burst out of the other room, horrified, petrified, they couldn't take hold of what was going on until it was to late. Chandler had flung open the main door, sprinting down the staircase as Joey and Ross followed in hot pursuit. They could hear his desperate, terrified cries as he fled.

"Come on, Monica!"

The cold night air hung tightly around him. It invaded his lungs, the crisp, cooling sensation a perfect feeling. As the moon shone brightly in the indigo sky, the crows flew swiftly about the branches, squawking devilishly at civilians. Chandler crept cautiously through Central Park, keeping a look out for people trying to separate him from his love. He and Monica stood idly on the grass, staring deep into each others eyes. Chandler's pupils were dilated, deadly small, the iris' around it glowing unnaturally with pleasure. Monica's didn't have the same amount of passion Chandler's had, dark and dangerous, unfitting for the moment.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed, stroking her soft, but icy, cheek.

"Chandler, they're trying to keep us apart. They don't want us to be together."

"We'll always be together, Mon, always." he whispered gently into her ear.

"What a freak!"

Chandler turned towards the voice. Two young boys were walking past, giggling at him, their grins sickening.

"He's not a freak, he's just plain retarded!"

Other people couldn't help but stare at the man talking to himself in the park, hugging the air, kissing it. It was saddening but yet intriguing to watch, and as more people passed, more people began to look. Some even pulling their phones out and recording the sight, laughing cruelly to themselves at this poor man, conversing with absolutely nothing but thin air.

Rachel was worried sick about her friend. The expression he wore when he rushed out of the apartment was truly frightening. It was like he actually thought Monica was there, he could hear her, see her, touch her. She and Phoebe sat nervously in the lounge, waiting for the moment Ross would call and tell her everything was fine. But it wasn't. It was far from fine. Chandler hadn't been right since they proclaimed Monica officially dead. He was just so much more on edge, jumpy. He nearly leaped off of the balcony, Joey saved him though, tackled him to the floor. He just kept crying, the tears kept on coming and coming. He would just mumble nonsense phrases to himself, burst into random fits of rage, destroy everything around him. He was beginning to crack, lose it. He couldn't survive on his own without Monica, it wasn't possible for him to even function normally in society without her. So when Rachel saw him talk to what he thought was Monica, it broke her heart. He honestly believed that she was still alive, still well, and that she wasn't lying in the hospital morgue like every other corpse.

The phone ringing released her from her thoughts. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Rach, it's Joey."

"Oh thank God, is Chandler okay?"

"Well...not exactly..."

"What do you mean?"

"You might want to get down here..."

(A/N): Another chapter down, hope it was okay. I'm really enjoying writing this! Please leave a review, just some constructive criticism, it really helps! Until next time...