Monica's Gift ch2
Chandler woke up again. For the second time that night, he had had the same dream and both times he had woken up clutching the now vacant pillow. Today would have been her 41st birthday. That must have been the reason for the memories and overwhelmingly real dreams. He could feel his lips on hers, her body pressed up against his and the love. He could feel the love pouring from within her into him, from her hands, her lips, and her eyes. It was all too real.
A cry from the next room woke Chandler from his trance. He instinctively moved towards the cries coming from their 4 and a half month old daughter, Savannah Monica Geller Bing. Those were the two names he and Monica had argued over. Monica had pick out Savannah long before she even met him. He had made a joke about it saying that is sounded like someone had recycled the name Sarah, added a 'v' then tacked on the name Hannah. If only they had known…
He picked up the beautiful baby and carried her to the kitchen where he fixed her a bottle. He put it into her little mouth and went to sit down on the couch as he fed her. Everything in the living room was still the same as it was from before she left. He couldn't bring himself to throw anything away, but the memories were painful. Everything in the apartment reminded him of her. The kitchen, the coffee table and the infamous phone pen; all have Monica's name written all over them. But the bathroom, it hurt every time he went in there…he seldom did. He had made Joey's bathroom his own.
He had come home that night from work, he had called out to her, many times, until he was answered by a sickening thud from the bathroom. He had rushed in there as fast as he could, but no quickness of mind could have prepared him for what he was about to see. Blood. An unthinkable amount had been marked on everything. The sink, the toilet, the bathtub and Monica. She had looked almost lifeless; her still glossy brown hair sprawled on the black and white tiles, which now had blood seeping aimlessly through the cracks towards the door. Her ghastly pale skin almost matched the whites of her rolled-back eyes. Then, his eyes settled on something that paled him to the same shade as his fiancée.
A.N. I know it's short…sorries!…I'll get more up soon I promise! Please review and don't be too mean if it's not what you expected…
Chandler woke up again. For the second time that night, he had had the same dream and both times he had woken up clutching the now vacant pillow. Today would have been her 41st birthday. That must have been the reason for the memories and overwhelmingly real dreams. He could feel his lips on hers, her body pressed up against his and the love. He could feel the love pouring from within her into him, from her hands, her lips, and her eyes. It was all too real.
A cry from the next room woke Chandler from his trance. He instinctively moved towards the cries coming from their 4 and a half month old daughter, Savannah Monica Geller Bing. Those were the two names he and Monica had argued over. Monica had pick out Savannah long before she even met him. He had made a joke about it saying that is sounded like someone had recycled the name Sarah, added a 'v' then tacked on the name Hannah. If only they had known…
He picked up the beautiful baby and carried her to the kitchen where he fixed her a bottle. He put it into her little mouth and went to sit down on the couch as he fed her. Everything in the living room was still the same as it was from before she left. He couldn't bring himself to throw anything away, but the memories were painful. Everything in the apartment reminded him of her. The kitchen, the coffee table and the infamous phone pen; all have Monica's name written all over them. But the bathroom, it hurt every time he went in there…he seldom did. He had made Joey's bathroom his own.
He had come home that night from work, he had called out to her, many times, until he was answered by a sickening thud from the bathroom. He had rushed in there as fast as he could, but no quickness of mind could have prepared him for what he was about to see. Blood. An unthinkable amount had been marked on everything. The sink, the toilet, the bathtub and Monica. She had looked almost lifeless; her still glossy brown hair sprawled on the black and white tiles, which now had blood seeping aimlessly through the cracks towards the door. Her ghastly pale skin almost matched the whites of her rolled-back eyes. Then, his eyes settled on something that paled him to the same shade as his fiancée.
A.N. I know it's short…sorries!…I'll get more up soon I promise! Please review and don't be too mean if it's not what you expected…
