Okay, I'm finally gonna un-confuse you and let you in on what happened to
Monica! Yay! Anyway, yeah, some of this chapter is a flashback and it will
tell you what happened. Those of you who told me in reviews you just want
Chandler to be happy again...be patient, it may happen! Anyway, thanks for
reading and please review!
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Would I like to be a millionaire who invented Friends? You betcha! Am I? Nope!
As he sat on his couch that night, Chandler let his mind wander. Holidays always did that to him. That's one of the reasons he hated them so much. They made him remember. Every holiday, without fail, brought back a memory of Monica.
Seven Years Earlier
"I can't believe Ross and Rachel got married!" Monica exclaimed as she watched her brother and his new wife cutting their cake.
"Me neither," Chandler admitted, "It kinda sucks, y'know?"
Monica looked at him, "Huh?"
Well, now they're gonna have kids and move to the suburbs, probably, and make friends with kids. And pretty soon, we don't even see them at Thanksgiving even, 'cause they're spending holidays with their new friends."
Monica sighed, realizing Chandler was right. "I never thought about that," she said softly, "God, I'm gonna wind up spending Thanksgiving alone,"
"Join the club," he said softly, deep in thought. "Well, wait a sec," he said, "How about, if we're alone, which you probably won't be, since, being as hot as you are, you're gonna find somebody, but anyway, if we're alone, we spend all the holidays together."
She smiled slightly, "Okay," and then her grin broadened, "That sounds great, actually."
Return to Present
Chandler shook his head, wanting desperately for the memories to disappear. They hurt too much. But he couldn't stop remembering. They were always there, to torture him, to haunt him in his nightmares. Some of the happier ones he didn't mind thinking about too much. But there was one that tore him apart inside whenever he thought about it. The one that always reduced him to a sobbing, hysterical mess. The one he kept buried deep inside and only revisited when he absolutely had to, or whenever it revisited him, against his will. The memory of Monica's death.
October 17, 1998
"Joey?" Chandler called out as he entered his seemingly empty apartment. "You here man?" Chandler shook his head as he realized that the apartment was, indeed, empty. "All well," he said to himself, as he dumped his suitcase down. He'd just spent three stressful days at a business conference in Chicago, and he hadn't even had time to call his friends, so he hadn't so much as talked to them since he'd left. He'd expected Joey to at least be here to welcome him home, but knowing Joey, he'd probably made last minute plans. Chandler sighed and made his way across the hall, opening the door to Apartment 20. "Anybody home?" he called out, "Monica?"
There didn't seem to be anybody in the living room or kitchen, but suddenly, Monica's bedroom door opened and Joey, Rachel, Phoebe and Ross exited.
"Chandler?" Rachel said, her voice wavering, "Oh, thank God you're home!" she said and hugged him tightly. Confused, Chandler hugged back, but at the same time glanced at the rest of his friends, and immediately he was taken aback. He'd never seen any of them in the state they were. All four of their faces were tearstained, Rachel's usually perfect hair was thrown into a messy ponytail, and Ross's clothes weren't even matching.
"Um, what's going on, guys? Where's Monica? Why are you guys in her room?" he said.
Ross choked back a sob, "We tried to call you, man," he whispered softly, "But you were in meetings all the time.", before he could finish his sentence, he gave into his tears and buried his face in his hands. Rachel left Chandler's arms and went over to hug him.
Joey picked up where Ross had left off. Taking a deep breath, he said softly, "Chandler, the day before yesterday, Monica was crossing the street.she was hit by a drunk driver, man. She, uh, died yesterday. We were in there, 'cause we have to pick out clothes for her for her funeral." Joey choked the last part out, and like Ross, began to cry. By this point, Phoebe was also crying.
"What..?" Chandler said in disbelief, "No, no, no.." But it was true. And as Chandler came to realize that, he collapsed onto the floor. Ross had Rachel to hug, Joey had Phoebe to hold on to, but Chandler.Chandler now had no one.
Return to Present
Chandler would later learn they'd all been there. They'd all been around her bed when she took her final breaths. Ross, Joey, Phoebe and Rachel had all heard Monica's final words. Chandler hadn't. He knew that Monica had asked them all to tell him that she loved him, and that he was the best friend she could ever ask for. But hearing it out of Rachel's mouth wasn't the same as hearing it from Monica's. And if there was one thing Chandler could never forgive himself for, it was not being there to hold her hand, to tell her what a big part of his life she was, that she was his life. But he hadn't been there. And not only had he not been there, she would now never know what he'd longed to tell her for years.
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Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Would I like to be a millionaire who invented Friends? You betcha! Am I? Nope!
As he sat on his couch that night, Chandler let his mind wander. Holidays always did that to him. That's one of the reasons he hated them so much. They made him remember. Every holiday, without fail, brought back a memory of Monica.
Seven Years Earlier
"I can't believe Ross and Rachel got married!" Monica exclaimed as she watched her brother and his new wife cutting their cake.
"Me neither," Chandler admitted, "It kinda sucks, y'know?"
Monica looked at him, "Huh?"
Well, now they're gonna have kids and move to the suburbs, probably, and make friends with kids. And pretty soon, we don't even see them at Thanksgiving even, 'cause they're spending holidays with their new friends."
Monica sighed, realizing Chandler was right. "I never thought about that," she said softly, "God, I'm gonna wind up spending Thanksgiving alone,"
"Join the club," he said softly, deep in thought. "Well, wait a sec," he said, "How about, if we're alone, which you probably won't be, since, being as hot as you are, you're gonna find somebody, but anyway, if we're alone, we spend all the holidays together."
She smiled slightly, "Okay," and then her grin broadened, "That sounds great, actually."
Return to Present
Chandler shook his head, wanting desperately for the memories to disappear. They hurt too much. But he couldn't stop remembering. They were always there, to torture him, to haunt him in his nightmares. Some of the happier ones he didn't mind thinking about too much. But there was one that tore him apart inside whenever he thought about it. The one that always reduced him to a sobbing, hysterical mess. The one he kept buried deep inside and only revisited when he absolutely had to, or whenever it revisited him, against his will. The memory of Monica's death.
October 17, 1998
"Joey?" Chandler called out as he entered his seemingly empty apartment. "You here man?" Chandler shook his head as he realized that the apartment was, indeed, empty. "All well," he said to himself, as he dumped his suitcase down. He'd just spent three stressful days at a business conference in Chicago, and he hadn't even had time to call his friends, so he hadn't so much as talked to them since he'd left. He'd expected Joey to at least be here to welcome him home, but knowing Joey, he'd probably made last minute plans. Chandler sighed and made his way across the hall, opening the door to Apartment 20. "Anybody home?" he called out, "Monica?"
There didn't seem to be anybody in the living room or kitchen, but suddenly, Monica's bedroom door opened and Joey, Rachel, Phoebe and Ross exited.
"Chandler?" Rachel said, her voice wavering, "Oh, thank God you're home!" she said and hugged him tightly. Confused, Chandler hugged back, but at the same time glanced at the rest of his friends, and immediately he was taken aback. He'd never seen any of them in the state they were. All four of their faces were tearstained, Rachel's usually perfect hair was thrown into a messy ponytail, and Ross's clothes weren't even matching.
"Um, what's going on, guys? Where's Monica? Why are you guys in her room?" he said.
Ross choked back a sob, "We tried to call you, man," he whispered softly, "But you were in meetings all the time.", before he could finish his sentence, he gave into his tears and buried his face in his hands. Rachel left Chandler's arms and went over to hug him.
Joey picked up where Ross had left off. Taking a deep breath, he said softly, "Chandler, the day before yesterday, Monica was crossing the street.she was hit by a drunk driver, man. She, uh, died yesterday. We were in there, 'cause we have to pick out clothes for her for her funeral." Joey choked the last part out, and like Ross, began to cry. By this point, Phoebe was also crying.
"What..?" Chandler said in disbelief, "No, no, no.." But it was true. And as Chandler came to realize that, he collapsed onto the floor. Ross had Rachel to hug, Joey had Phoebe to hold on to, but Chandler.Chandler now had no one.
Return to Present
Chandler would later learn they'd all been there. They'd all been around her bed when she took her final breaths. Ross, Joey, Phoebe and Rachel had all heard Monica's final words. Chandler hadn't. He knew that Monica had asked them all to tell him that she loved him, and that he was the best friend she could ever ask for. But hearing it out of Rachel's mouth wasn't the same as hearing it from Monica's. And if there was one thing Chandler could never forgive himself for, it was not being there to hold her hand, to tell her what a big part of his life she was, that she was his life. But he hadn't been there. And not only had he not been there, she would now never know what he'd longed to tell her for years.
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