A slow awakening- Chapter 3
Continued from 'a new start'. I don't own any characters, and please I would like feed back, but you don't have to.
Chandler woke up in an unknown bed that was cold and lonely. Yet it was the same bed that he laid in for he past month and a half. While the woman he loved slept peaceful and warm, he was cursed with insomnia, constantly thinking of her. He was now her ex-boyfriends. 'I could we have stayed friends after this?' he thought. For sometime he had felt the wait of a person sitting on him, not letting his breath right, or sit up, this happened ever morning, he had gotten used to it. Chandler pulled the comforter closer to his now shivering body, his mind wandered, which ended up being a very dangerous thing now a day.
After lying in bed for another hour, Chandler finally emerged into the small living room that caged a kitchen almost in the middle of it. He had only a stool, 19 inch TV and a very comfortable recliner. Those were the only pieces of furniture he had really felt compelled to buy. He had two mattresses that sat on the floor. And fuzzy blanket was thrown over the fluffed comfortable. He never bothered the clean the place. He didn't eat much, and when he did, it was always fast food, or at a business meeting during lunch so he had no use of the dishwasher. He only had suits that he left the apartment in and sweats and a few gungy T-shirts he had gathered on day from a storage house that held few collage memories. He left bad for ditching the others, for not saying good bye to Joey and tell him to take care of the girls, and to Ross, they helped each other out some much in collage. The girls he missed talking about problems that he couldn't solve with guys being around. But he had to do what he did. He had to let go, but it was he who was let go. He who was dumped for an ex-boyfriend. That was the lowest you could get, being dumped because suddenly she felt that she was better off with the ex. Chandler plopped down on the stool, and unfolded the Newspaper. He scanned over the pages of each section, and lately he was drawn to the obituaries. The thought of dying alone scared him even more as he read over the left lovers and family members of the deceased. 'Michael Johnson, died Monday morning in his sleep, leaving behind a devoted wife and three children.' 'Marry Coyner, died Monday afternoon of chest pains, leaving behind a loving husband, two children and five grandkids.' 'They never talk about the loners' Chandler thought as he folded the paperback up. 'I'm going to be one of those people that died and now one cared enough to place is obituary in the paper.' He crudely thought to himself. Then another thought entered his head, he hadn't been married once, his best friends and former room mate in collage had married three times, Rachel had married once and almost before that, Phoebe married her friends, Mon… is ex was now married, is own mother married four times, and counting, and for him, nothing. Just the mark of a broken heart that would never be healed.
The past months were so depressing for him that he would go for weeks with out shaving. He'd let a bread start, and after is got about a quarter inch in length he'd shave and start again. No one bothered to tell him he needed to shave at work, because they all knew what had happened to him. The phone rang in his apartment. He never answered it anymore, he just let the answering machine get it. His voice came on: "leave a message at the beep." The beep sounded and a familiar voice came on.
"Hey sweety, I'm in town and I would like to get together, and I promise no alcohol, no books and no guys. Call me at the Hilton room 436. Love you, mom." Chandler signed, picked up the phone and dialed her number. She was one of the only people he really ever talked to any more. He didn't interact with many people out side of work so he knew few people now.
"Hey Mom." Chandler greeted Nora, they kissed each other on the check and took their seats. It was a nice restruant. Not to fansy, more for business lunches and small things like that. They chatted through out the meal, then Nora finally brought up a subject that Chandler wasn't to fond of.
"Now don't be mad, but I met this girl…" before Nora could finish, Chandler cut her off.
"Mom, I don't want to go out with any one. At least for a while, the next month or two."
"Honey you have to get over her. She moved on, why can't you?"
"Because I was finally going to ask her to marry me, but she chose Richard instead. She broke my heart. Has any one, truly, broken your heart mom? Have they?" Nora was silent. The topic was never brought up again.