okay, here's part four! thanks for awesome reviews and please keep it up by
reviewing this chapter! also, if you like this story, you might also like
my other two fics, Making Peace (which is completed), and Family Man.
anyway, thanks sooo much for reading and reviewing...on with part four. oh,
and for this chapter, keep in mind that Monica died in October, 1998. okay?
you'll see why!
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: Not Bright, Kaufmann, or Crane! Sorry!
Chandler decided to take a walk. He couldn't be in his apartment. Not on Thanksgiving. You weren't supposed to be at home, alone on Thanksgiving. Then again, walking around alone wasn't much better but.
Chandler looked up at the sky, "You didn't hold up your end of the bargain, Mon," he whispered, "It's Thanksgiving and I'm alone." He sighed bitterly and sat down on a bench.
"Alone on Thanksgiving?" Chandler looked up, startled, as a man began speaking to him.
"Um, yeah," Chandler said, unsure how to respond to the stranger.
The man chuckled and sat down on the bench across from Chandler. "Join the club," he said.
"No family?" Chandler asked.
The man shook his head, "You? Family or friends?"
"My parents.well, they're off someplace, I guess. I've got friends, spent some time with them, but it's."
"Not as great as having an immediate family?" the man finished.
"Yeah," Chandler sighed. The two were silent for a long time, Chandler contemplating silently about the family he didn't have.
"Girl problems?" the man asked.
"Excuse me?"
"No offense, but you look like you've got some big girl problem."
Chandler was silent again, then finally he spoke. "I guess," he sighed. "But this isn't your typical girl. Or your typical situation."
"How do you figure?"
"She didn't know I was interested in her. And I doubt it would have mattered. She was way too good for me. But I loved her. Damn, I loved her."
"You never told her?" Chandler nodded his head, "Do you regret it?" the man asked softly.
"Every day," Chandler said bitterly.
"So tell her," the man said.
"It's not that simple," Chandler sighed, "She passed away five years ago," he said softly.
The man didn't speak for a long time. Then, softly, he said, "If she were alive, would you tell her?"
"Most definitely,"
"Then tell her. It may not be easy, but you have to tell her," the man said confidently, and stood up, "and remember, if you don't she'll die again."
Chandler stared at the man, confused. "What?" he asked.
But the man didn't respond. Instead, he just got up and walked away. Chandler shook his head. "Crazy guy," he muttered, and went home.
The next morning, when Chandler awoke, he realized he wasn't in his bed. In fact, as he looked around, he realized he wasn't in his room. And as he looked around, he gasped. He was in his old room, and in his old apartment. He took a deep breath and glanced at the calendar on the wall. September 1998.
Done-dad--doon! cliffhanger! anyway, please review and i'll clear up that suspense for you sooner!
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: Not Bright, Kaufmann, or Crane! Sorry!
Chandler decided to take a walk. He couldn't be in his apartment. Not on Thanksgiving. You weren't supposed to be at home, alone on Thanksgiving. Then again, walking around alone wasn't much better but.
Chandler looked up at the sky, "You didn't hold up your end of the bargain, Mon," he whispered, "It's Thanksgiving and I'm alone." He sighed bitterly and sat down on a bench.
"Alone on Thanksgiving?" Chandler looked up, startled, as a man began speaking to him.
"Um, yeah," Chandler said, unsure how to respond to the stranger.
The man chuckled and sat down on the bench across from Chandler. "Join the club," he said.
"No family?" Chandler asked.
The man shook his head, "You? Family or friends?"
"My parents.well, they're off someplace, I guess. I've got friends, spent some time with them, but it's."
"Not as great as having an immediate family?" the man finished.
"Yeah," Chandler sighed. The two were silent for a long time, Chandler contemplating silently about the family he didn't have.
"Girl problems?" the man asked.
"Excuse me?"
"No offense, but you look like you've got some big girl problem."
Chandler was silent again, then finally he spoke. "I guess," he sighed. "But this isn't your typical girl. Or your typical situation."
"How do you figure?"
"She didn't know I was interested in her. And I doubt it would have mattered. She was way too good for me. But I loved her. Damn, I loved her."
"You never told her?" Chandler nodded his head, "Do you regret it?" the man asked softly.
"Every day," Chandler said bitterly.
"So tell her," the man said.
"It's not that simple," Chandler sighed, "She passed away five years ago," he said softly.
The man didn't speak for a long time. Then, softly, he said, "If she were alive, would you tell her?"
"Most definitely,"
"Then tell her. It may not be easy, but you have to tell her," the man said confidently, and stood up, "and remember, if you don't she'll die again."
Chandler stared at the man, confused. "What?" he asked.
But the man didn't respond. Instead, he just got up and walked away. Chandler shook his head. "Crazy guy," he muttered, and went home.
The next morning, when Chandler awoke, he realized he wasn't in his bed. In fact, as he looked around, he realized he wasn't in his room. And as he looked around, he gasped. He was in his old room, and in his old apartment. He took a deep breath and glanced at the calendar on the wall. September 1998.
Done-dad--doon! cliffhanger! anyway, please review and i'll clear up that suspense for you sooner!
