A/N: I wasn't going to continue this but what the heck. Here you guys go. Happy tear making!
Monica was having a good day. Work had gone smoothly. Dinner turned out great. Her house was clean. And now her friends were over.
She was having a great time. She and her friends were eating chips, and she had gotten them all to use coasters. Joey was telling stories, Ross was reading something, Rachel was laughing at Joey, and Pheobe...Well, she was just being Pheobe. No one knows what goes on inside her head.
Monica was having a great day, but she noticed that Chandler seemed a bit out of it. He had walked into her apartment and had deflected all food and opted for just sitting on the couch. He made no jokes, just sat there, as if deep in thought. The rest of the group seemed to notice as well but were soon pulled into Joey's stories as he recounted some of his worst dates.
About halfway through the 3rd of Joey's stories, Chandler had quietly stood a muttered an excuse before walking slowly to the balcony. After a moment of standing quietly and taking long, deep breaths of fresh air (or as fresh as you can get in New York) he shuffled over the ledge and rested his arms on it.
And there he stayed. Monica watched him for a couple of minutes as he rested his weight on the short wall. He seemed so deep in thought, he looked as though he was carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders.
Chandler's attitude confused Monica. She was used to the funny, joking man that made her laugh. She was used to the sweet guy that said snarky things but never meant to hurt you. She was used to seeing such depth in those eyes. A depth that made her like him, maybe even more than a friend.
But now it was all gone.
The man who walked into her apartment today was not Chandler. Not with that sad face and horribly depressed eyes.
Maybe I should go and talk to him.
She was about to get up when Joey made a hilarious comment about one of the girls he was with, causing Monica to laugh uncontrollably, thoughts momentarily taken away from Chandler.
After laughing for a good minute (because Joey was hilarious in the dumbest way possible) she turned to look at Chandler, ready to get up and talk to him when she saw something that made her heart stop.
Chandler, beautiful Chandler, was standing on the short wall, hair swirling around his face, wind grabbing at his clothes, asking him to join in flight. He looked so sure of himself as he gazed at Monica. Her heart twisted violently as she saw the tears running down his face reflecting the colorful lights of the city below. She saw the wistful but heart-wrenchingly sad smile on his face as he stared into her eyes.
And then he stepped back wind tugging at him violently, hair swirling as if trying to break free, clothes twisting around him like restraints.
He fell.
No,
Monica was not having a good day.
A/N: Please don't hate me. I'm actually quite proud of this chapter. Again, please review. Those reviews I got on the last chapter literally made me cry I was so happy. Thank you to those who followed and/or favorited, it means the world to me. Also, I've got a Chandler Angst One-Shot on my profile that may give some extra depth to this story. Again thank you so much!