AN: This is a v. short chapter, sorry bout that. Uh, someone asked why I
put Rachel and Joey together. Uh, I dunno, I don't really have a
preference; I just do whatever suits my fancy. Plus, I think Joey and
Rachel would have cuter kids, LOL.
~I Wish You Love~ Chapter II: Follow Your Heart
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand!
Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I can't fight?
I raced into the street, and was met by the bitter cold and ferocious winds of a winter storm. The snow was thick, so thick that I could barely see where I was headed. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going; I just knew that I couldn't stay.
The winds were too strong. They pushed me backwards as I fought to stay upright. I smiled slightly, thinking that Monica's roommate Phoebe would probably say that this was a sign. A sign that I was meant to stay.
But I don't believe in signs.
I rounded the corner, and the winds intensified. I found myself hugging the walls of the buildings, as the storm worsened, mirroring the muddled feelings that plagued my soul.
~*~
"He just..left," Monica said, as Phoebe handed her a cup of tea.
"And he didn't say why?"
"I know why. It's because of Richard. It's because I can't seem to decide what to do anymore. Richard proposed last weekend. And I told Chandler about it, and he said that if I married Richard, he couldn't stay. I told him that he was being ridiculous, and selfish, and he stormed out. But I was wrong, and I wanted to tell him, but when I opened the door, he looked so sad. And before I could say anything, he was..gone."
"Why didn't you go after him?"
"I don't know," Monica shook her head. "With Richard, I know what to expect, and I know that I'll be safe with him. But with Chandler..we only went out a couple of times. There is so much uncertainty. He is so bad with relationships, you know?"
"Yes. But is the uncertainty really so bad?"
"I don't.." Monica shook her head.
"If you love Richard, then marry him. Follow your heart, Monica. It's the only way you'll be happy."
Monica nodded, and sipped her tea.
~*~
My mind was racing, but I couldn't seem to hold together a coherent thought. It was dark, and cold, and yet I felt sweaty, and my head ached. Images of Monica's face floated through my head. They were invaded by images of Richard and Monica, together. I suddenly felt nauseous. Through the fog I heard a voice.
"Chandler? Chandler, wake up."
I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurred.
"How are you feeling?"
I tried to speak, but my mouth was too dry. All that came out was a barely audible groan.
"How's he feeling, Rach?" I heard Joey's voice.
"I think he's still feverish," Rachel replied, and placed a cold hand on my forehead.
"Chandler, what the hell were you doing walking around in a snowstorm, anyway?" Joey yelled.
"Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with his hearing, you don't need to yell!"
"Water," was all I managed to say, before darkness engulfed me once more.
~*~
Monica stood at the door, wondering if she was, in fact, doing the right thing. She thought about what Phoebe had said, and thought about what she wanted, versus what she needed. Sighing heavily, she shook her head, and straightened her shoulders. She knocked sharply, and held her breath, as the door swung open.
"Monica."
"Hi, Richard."
"Uh, come on in."
"Thanks."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I just...well, I've made a decision, about what I want..."
~*~
"Hey, Phoebe, is Monica there? Oh. Well, do you know where she went?" Rachel tapped her pen nervously on the kitchen table. "Okay, well, if you see her, can you tell her I called, and that Chandler is here, and that he's been asking for her? Yeah. Okay, thanks, Pheebs, bye." Rachel hung up the phone, and sunk into her chair, discouraged.
"Hey, what did Monica say?" Joey asked, as he walked into the room.
"She wasn't there. Phoebe doesn't know where she went."
"Do you think she's gonna marry Richard?"
"I don't know," Rachel shook her head, and smiled at her husband, knowing in her heart that he was concerned about his best friend's happiness. "I just hope she follows her heart."
~*~
I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
~"El Tango De Roxanne (La Tango De La Moulin Rouge)" by Baz Luhrmann
~"Don't Know Why", by Jesse Harris (www.norahjones.com)
~I Wish You Love~ Chapter II: Follow Your Heart
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand!
Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I can't fight?
I raced into the street, and was met by the bitter cold and ferocious winds of a winter storm. The snow was thick, so thick that I could barely see where I was headed. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going; I just knew that I couldn't stay.
The winds were too strong. They pushed me backwards as I fought to stay upright. I smiled slightly, thinking that Monica's roommate Phoebe would probably say that this was a sign. A sign that I was meant to stay.
But I don't believe in signs.
I rounded the corner, and the winds intensified. I found myself hugging the walls of the buildings, as the storm worsened, mirroring the muddled feelings that plagued my soul.
~*~
"He just..left," Monica said, as Phoebe handed her a cup of tea.
"And he didn't say why?"
"I know why. It's because of Richard. It's because I can't seem to decide what to do anymore. Richard proposed last weekend. And I told Chandler about it, and he said that if I married Richard, he couldn't stay. I told him that he was being ridiculous, and selfish, and he stormed out. But I was wrong, and I wanted to tell him, but when I opened the door, he looked so sad. And before I could say anything, he was..gone."
"Why didn't you go after him?"
"I don't know," Monica shook her head. "With Richard, I know what to expect, and I know that I'll be safe with him. But with Chandler..we only went out a couple of times. There is so much uncertainty. He is so bad with relationships, you know?"
"Yes. But is the uncertainty really so bad?"
"I don't.." Monica shook her head.
"If you love Richard, then marry him. Follow your heart, Monica. It's the only way you'll be happy."
Monica nodded, and sipped her tea.
~*~
My mind was racing, but I couldn't seem to hold together a coherent thought. It was dark, and cold, and yet I felt sweaty, and my head ached. Images of Monica's face floated through my head. They were invaded by images of Richard and Monica, together. I suddenly felt nauseous. Through the fog I heard a voice.
"Chandler? Chandler, wake up."
I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurred.
"How are you feeling?"
I tried to speak, but my mouth was too dry. All that came out was a barely audible groan.
"How's he feeling, Rach?" I heard Joey's voice.
"I think he's still feverish," Rachel replied, and placed a cold hand on my forehead.
"Chandler, what the hell were you doing walking around in a snowstorm, anyway?" Joey yelled.
"Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with his hearing, you don't need to yell!"
"Water," was all I managed to say, before darkness engulfed me once more.
~*~
Monica stood at the door, wondering if she was, in fact, doing the right thing. She thought about what Phoebe had said, and thought about what she wanted, versus what she needed. Sighing heavily, she shook her head, and straightened her shoulders. She knocked sharply, and held her breath, as the door swung open.
"Monica."
"Hi, Richard."
"Uh, come on in."
"Thanks."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I just...well, I've made a decision, about what I want..."
~*~
"Hey, Phoebe, is Monica there? Oh. Well, do you know where she went?" Rachel tapped her pen nervously on the kitchen table. "Okay, well, if you see her, can you tell her I called, and that Chandler is here, and that he's been asking for her? Yeah. Okay, thanks, Pheebs, bye." Rachel hung up the phone, and sunk into her chair, discouraged.
"Hey, what did Monica say?" Joey asked, as he walked into the room.
"She wasn't there. Phoebe doesn't know where she went."
"Do you think she's gonna marry Richard?"
"I don't know," Rachel shook her head, and smiled at her husband, knowing in her heart that he was concerned about his best friend's happiness. "I just hope she follows her heart."
~*~
I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
~"El Tango De Roxanne (La Tango De La Moulin Rouge)" by Baz Luhrmann
~"Don't Know Why", by Jesse Harris (www.norahjones.com)