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The more Chandler stared at his wife's little sanctuary, the more he could feel his disbelief slowly turning into fear. His hands were sweating, his entire body was trembling and yet all he could think about was Narnia, the magic world which he had secretly been hoping to find on the other side. However real life had disappointed him once again. A little note in particular, which he had found on the floor and collected with shaking hand, had such a detailed description of what he had been wearing on the 26th April 1989, that he found himself laughing maniacally at its absurdity. He couldn't even recall being friends with Monica back then. Is this supposed to be an act of love? Am I supposed to feel flustered? He wondered, putting the paper back where he had found it and looking around the room, trying to picture a young Monica writing those words down… He couldn't do it. Monica was characterized by various obsessions, but those were funny and cute, while these were sickly mad and scared him. As Chandler backed away, suddenly fearing the moment his wife would come home, he ended up knocking down something which in his state of shock he hadn't noticed up until then.
"I thought I had made it clear that the closet is none of your business" said Monica, massaging her head where Chandler had hit her, with a tonality to her voice that gave him goose pimples. None of my business? That closet is a 100% my business, it should be called Chandler's Secret Closet, you should write "Chandler Bing's business" all over it! He wanted to say, but all that came out of his mouth was the word "Business" followed by what looked like a whistle or the sound a puppet would produce after being ran over by a school bus, a garbage truck and a flock of dirty sheep. "Chandler are you going to divorce me?" she asked when he least expected it. For a few moments all he could do was stare at her, without blinking, sweat still pricking his forehead, his hands still shaking behind his back. The thought hadn't even occurred to him; all he knew was that the innocent tone of her voice was making him sick and that he had to get away or he would do something regretful. "Dammit, I'm going to follow my brother's footsteps and divorce after less than an year" she added with an awkward smile which made his stomach twist. "I wonder what mustard tastes like when mixed with chocolate" was all he could murmur as a response, as he slowly walked towards the door, planning his escape. Her eyes followed his movements and in a second she was blocking him off from his exit. He was taken by surprise by the rapidity of her reaction, even more so when she grabbed his arms violently and pushed him against the wall, forcing him to make eye contact. Her eyes were of the deepest blue he had ever seen, and in spite of the fact that he was still traumatized by the closet, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully they contrasted her skin. She might have been about to kill him, but to his eyes she had never been so stunning before. "Chandler I love you; don't let that stupid, insignificant detail ruin what we have. I promise I will stop " She said fiercely "I was planning to anyway." At that point she tried to kiss him passionately but it was soon clear that it was the wrong thing to do. "We won't divorce but you will stop immediately" Chandler said escaping her embrace "Now I have to go back to work, because I've forgotten something very important which is essential to complete something very important that is due for tomorrow. Very, very important" he concluded stuttering. Before Monica knew it he was gone and she was alone again, with the door of the closet still hanging open and a gentle breeze entering through the window and melting into her bones. She wanted to cry, tear he clothes off and jump out of the window, smack into the hard soil and slowly fall into the arms of unconsciousness. Chandler knows, he thinks I'm a monster, my marriage is over. No marriage, no kids, no kids, nothing. No kids. Nothing. She chanted in her mind as she fixed the door and cleaned the floor repeatedly till at last all the pain was washed away and she was able to breathe again.
Some minutes later she was inside the closet starring at her newest picture, one which portrayed Chandler as he brushed his teeth that same morning, his hair seemed to be all over the place and he had a goofy smile as tooth paste spotted his pajamas; But she loved the way the photo reached perfection despite its numerous flaws, it was a feeling she only experienced with Chandler and that now she risked losing because of a misunderstanding. With shaking hands she stuck the photo to one of the few empty spots left and added the tiniest note to its corner
Chandler found out about you, he was wearing one of his favorite red shirts and smelled like oranges, He made me promise to stop what we are doing, but don't worry.. I have a plan.