~* This just came to me while I was in French today. This is just the first chapter, it's not over yet, so review and I'll write faster. Well, if you like it that is. Anyway, my life has been stressed because opening night for the Play is Friday, and college applications are due tomorrow. AHHHHHHHHHH ! So please make me feel better and review!~*

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She stood with the snow swirling around her. A hat was pulled haphazardly on top of her dark hair. The coat's buttons were mismatched as she pulled on the end of her scarf. She faced him and tried to remember a time when it hadn't been like this.

"I can't do this anymore," she said to him. He studied her face.

"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" He asked.

"I just can't....I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this."

"What do you want to do then?" He waited for an answer. She shrugged her shoulders and played with the end of her scarf. The last five minutes were beginning to become fuzzy as she replayed the scene in her mind. They were fighting, nothing new there. He got angry, again this happened every day, and then slammed the door and ran out into the snowstorm. She had thrown on a coat and ran out after him. She hadn't known what she was going to say once they were out and facing each other, but she knew that this was her chance. Not to fix things. Things were too far gone to be fixed, it was her chance to get out. Leave him, leave her marriage. If she didn't do it now, then she wouldn't be able to summon the courage to do another day.

"Well?" He had also just thrown on a coat and some gloves and a hat.

"I guess...I guess I want a...." she trailed off.

"A what?"

"A divorce. I guess I want a divorce," she said. His hand traveled to his face and he rubbed his chin.

"Are you sure?" He asked. No, she wanted to scream. I'm not sure. I'm not sure about anything. I wasn't sure when I married you and I'm sure as hell not sure what I want to do now.

"Yes..." her voice faltered, but the word came out clear as day.

"Fine." So this is what it had come to. He wasn't even going to fight for her? He wasn't even going to ask her why she was doing this? Just a fine? Had this really what their marriage had come to? They had loved each other once. In the beginning. They had been in love at the beginning, but even then she hadn't know what to do. She had considered leaving him at the alter. But no. She was determined to go through with the marriage and make it work. And she had tried. She had tried so hard. They had been married four years.

"That's it?" She asked her voice breaking.

"What do you want me to say? You've obviously made up your mind. Nothing I do or say is going to change that!"

"You could try."

"I love you. I've always loved you, I will always love you. But you're right. We can't do this anymore. I can't do this anymore. I know that you can't do it anymore."

"But...."

"But what?"

"We had so much hope."

"I know." His voice got soft and he walked to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. It wasn't a romantic kiss, or even a friendly kiss. It was a kiss goodbye.

"So this is it?" She asked.

"Yes. You are the one who wanted this."

"I never wanted this," she said softly.

"No. I suppose you didn't. And neither did I. I guess I'll pack up and drive back to the city tonight."

"I'm going to stay here for the rest of the weekend," she told him. He nodded and rubbed his hand against his chin before disappearing into the house. She slipped in and pulled off the winter jacket and placed it on the hook. The hat and gloves were pulled off and placed by the fireplace to dry and warm up. She shivered from the cold and knowledge of what had happened. Her marriage had ended.

"I'm going to go," his voice broke the silence in the room. She turned and nodded and then walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. They would be civil about this damn it. If they couldn't get anything else right, then they would get that right.

"Okay. Be careful driving home. It's icy."

"Okay. You be careful too. Lock the doors as soon as I leave," he reminded her. Always protective.

"I will," she managed a small smile.

"Bye Mon," he whispered.

"Bye." She closed and locked the door and listened until she couldn't hear the gravel crunching under his tires. He had left her the Jeep to take home and he had taken the car. Always worried about her. They should have been able to make it work. What had happened? Thoughts surrounded her and she grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it tightly around her. She turned off the lights and sat by the fire and cried. Tears glistened in the light of the flames. She sat there for hours. She had no idea what time it was when she finally stopped and climbed to her feet. The clock said three A.M. She poured herself a drink of wine and set it on the coffee table and then went to the shelves. Most of their stuff was back at the apartment in the city, but they had kept some things at the cabin. She pulled the photo album from it's place and carried it back to the couch. She curled up with her feet under her and opened the first page. It was pictures of her wedding. She ran her finger along the words at the bottom of the page.

Monica and Richard's wedding. April 12.

She reached for the glass of wine and took a swig. Then she set down both the glass and the photo album and reached for the phone. She wondered briefly if it was too late to call. He had told her, though, that it was never too late to call. All she had to do was pick up the phone. He had told her that hadn't he? Well, she was going to call him. She needed him. She was having a nervous breakdown. Maybe, not quite a nervous breakdown, but she was certainly unhinged right then. Her mind struggled to remember the number. She punched it in and then waited as it rang. Of course he hadn't picked it up on the first ring, it was three-twenty in the morning. He was probably fast asleep. She waited patiently. His voice came on the other line groggy and sleep filled.

"Hello? Whoever this is better have a good reason for calling in the middle of the night," he said.

"Hi, it's Monica."

"Monica? What's the matter?" His voice changed from annoyed to concern-filled. God, he was too good for her.

"I think my marriage is over."

"You think?"

"No, it's definitely over. I asked Richard for a divorce."

"Oh my God. Where are you?"

"The cabin."

"I'll be right there."

"It isn't necessary for you to come all the way out here. It's three-twenty." Her heart fought against what her voice was saying. Inside she was pleading with him. Please come. Please come to help me. I need you.

"No, you need me, so I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as I pull on some clothes." Thank you.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay."

"I'll be right there." Hurry. Hurry and get here.

"All right." She went to hang up the phone. "Oh and Chandler?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, I'll be right there."

"Bye." It was the second goodbye that night, but it was a different kind. She was waiting for him to get there. She needed him. He had sensed that. But oh God, her marriage was over. It hit her full force. Her marriage was over, but Chandler was coming. She couldn't believe he was coming. She might not have come if it was her. Oh, well, it was him, and he was coming. She shivered and hugged the blanket around her and waited for him to arrive.

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