thank you, thank you, thank you for awesome reviews! this chapter is more
of an explanation than anything, but bear with me, the next chapter is
coming...oh, and those of you who were upset that monica died...wait till
you see what happens next (hehe...it's nice being the only one who knows
what happens.....) anyway, please read and review!
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never have, never will, never will stop wishing i did own them, tho!
After Monica's death, they'd all gone to see a therapist. Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Joey and Phoebe had all met with a group therapist, who had suggested Chandler see his own therapist. Against his own wishes, he had. Dr. Petersen, Chandler's therapist had met with Chandler's friends several times to update them on his progress. He'd told them over and over that Chandler would come out of his shell, that he'd be happy again, eventually. They just had to give him time. But now, five years and two therapists later, Chandler hadn't changed. From the first therapist's appointment to the minute Rachel stood watching her daughter hug Chandler, he hadn't changed.
Monica's death had affected them all, but after five years, they'd all realized they had to go on with their lives. Ross and Rachel had had to get over Monica extremely quickly-they had three-year-old Charlie and infant Gracie to care for when she died. And Phoebe and Joey had grieved for awhile, but eventually, they too had moved on and married. But Chandler hadn't moved on.
Nobody knew why. They all knew he'd been closer to her than for instance, Joey, had been, but it wasn't as if they'd been married or anything. When Ross had first talked to Dr. Petersen about Chandler, Dr. Petersen had asked if Chandler and Monica had ever been "involved" because Chandler acted like somebody who'd lost a lover, not just a friend. Ross had replied they'd never been involved, but Monica hadn't just been a "friend" to Chandler. After Ross and Rachel had married, and Joey had met Julie.Monica had been Chandler's one true confidant. After Dr. Petersen had referred to Monica as "just" Chandler's friend.that's when Chandler had stopped seeing him.
Chandler sighed softly as he entered his apartment and threw the keys onto the counter, glancing around, disgusted. It was on days like Thanksgiving, the days when you were supposed to have your house filled with family, that he realized just how little of a home he really had. Especially after Joey had moved out, the apartment had become less and less of a home and more and more of just.rooms. Chandler still hadn't done anything with Joey's old room, it was still empty. Chandler's own bedroom contained a bed and a dresser. The living room and kitchen had a couch, a television and a table. When Chandler did the math, he realized he only owned about five pieces of furniture. But he didn't care much. He didn't have anybody to sit on them, anyway.
After Monica had died, Chandler and Joey had moved into a different apartment in a building nearby, though their new place was pretty much identical to their old one. It'd been to hard to live across from Monica's empty apartment. But Joey hadn't lasted long in the new apartment. After just a year, he'd moved in with Julie. Now they were married, and so was Phoebe. And the two married couples joined Ross and Rachel out in the suburbs, wanting what the Geller's had-happy families out in cute little houses. They'd gotten that too-Phoebe and Jason had Nicky, and Julie was four months pregnant. Chandler was the only one still living in the city, the only one without a wife, the only one without.a life.
Chandler collapsed onto his couch. Thanksgiving was always a tough day. Sure, he enjoyed seeing Charlie and Gracie and all his friends, since he didn't get to see them too often, but he didn't want to socialize with them too much. Of course, they didn't know why he was so distant on holidays. But he sure did. He knew why, just as he knew why he wasn't over Monica's death, even five years later. The therapists, his friends, everyone assumed Chandler didn't know why he couldn't get out of his slump. That he was depressed, without a reason. But there was a reason. A reason Chandler would never admit to anyone in a thousand years. The reason Chandler was so distant, the reason he was depressed was because when Monica had died, he'd been in love with her. And he'd never told her. And he always, always regretted that. And now, five years later, he was filled with regret, as well as another feeling-love. Because even after five years, he'd never stopped loving her.
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Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never have, never will, never will stop wishing i did own them, tho!
After Monica's death, they'd all gone to see a therapist. Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Joey and Phoebe had all met with a group therapist, who had suggested Chandler see his own therapist. Against his own wishes, he had. Dr. Petersen, Chandler's therapist had met with Chandler's friends several times to update them on his progress. He'd told them over and over that Chandler would come out of his shell, that he'd be happy again, eventually. They just had to give him time. But now, five years and two therapists later, Chandler hadn't changed. From the first therapist's appointment to the minute Rachel stood watching her daughter hug Chandler, he hadn't changed.
Monica's death had affected them all, but after five years, they'd all realized they had to go on with their lives. Ross and Rachel had had to get over Monica extremely quickly-they had three-year-old Charlie and infant Gracie to care for when she died. And Phoebe and Joey had grieved for awhile, but eventually, they too had moved on and married. But Chandler hadn't moved on.
Nobody knew why. They all knew he'd been closer to her than for instance, Joey, had been, but it wasn't as if they'd been married or anything. When Ross had first talked to Dr. Petersen about Chandler, Dr. Petersen had asked if Chandler and Monica had ever been "involved" because Chandler acted like somebody who'd lost a lover, not just a friend. Ross had replied they'd never been involved, but Monica hadn't just been a "friend" to Chandler. After Ross and Rachel had married, and Joey had met Julie.Monica had been Chandler's one true confidant. After Dr. Petersen had referred to Monica as "just" Chandler's friend.that's when Chandler had stopped seeing him.
Chandler sighed softly as he entered his apartment and threw the keys onto the counter, glancing around, disgusted. It was on days like Thanksgiving, the days when you were supposed to have your house filled with family, that he realized just how little of a home he really had. Especially after Joey had moved out, the apartment had become less and less of a home and more and more of just.rooms. Chandler still hadn't done anything with Joey's old room, it was still empty. Chandler's own bedroom contained a bed and a dresser. The living room and kitchen had a couch, a television and a table. When Chandler did the math, he realized he only owned about five pieces of furniture. But he didn't care much. He didn't have anybody to sit on them, anyway.
After Monica had died, Chandler and Joey had moved into a different apartment in a building nearby, though their new place was pretty much identical to their old one. It'd been to hard to live across from Monica's empty apartment. But Joey hadn't lasted long in the new apartment. After just a year, he'd moved in with Julie. Now they were married, and so was Phoebe. And the two married couples joined Ross and Rachel out in the suburbs, wanting what the Geller's had-happy families out in cute little houses. They'd gotten that too-Phoebe and Jason had Nicky, and Julie was four months pregnant. Chandler was the only one still living in the city, the only one without a wife, the only one without.a life.
Chandler collapsed onto his couch. Thanksgiving was always a tough day. Sure, he enjoyed seeing Charlie and Gracie and all his friends, since he didn't get to see them too often, but he didn't want to socialize with them too much. Of course, they didn't know why he was so distant on holidays. But he sure did. He knew why, just as he knew why he wasn't over Monica's death, even five years later. The therapists, his friends, everyone assumed Chandler didn't know why he couldn't get out of his slump. That he was depressed, without a reason. But there was a reason. A reason Chandler would never admit to anyone in a thousand years. The reason Chandler was so distant, the reason he was depressed was because when Monica had died, he'd been in love with her. And he'd never told her. And he always, always regretted that. And now, five years later, he was filled with regret, as well as another feeling-love. Because even after five years, he'd never stopped loving her.
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