and we've arrived at part six! im so sorry to kill joey, but this is really more of a chandler and monica fic, tho it may not seem like it now. it will, don't worry! anyways, thanks for reviewing, please keep it up. this fic is actually really hard for me to write, so reviews are definitely helpful! so anyway, please enjoy this and review!

Part Six

Flashback:

"So how does it feel knowing you're about to die?" Chandler read off the script as he rhearsed lines with Joey.

"Warden, in five minutes my pain will be over. But you'll have to live with the knowledge that you sent an honest man to die!" came the response.

"Hey, that was really good!" Chandler exclaimed.

"Thanks! Let's keep going."

"Okay," said Chandler, "So. Whaddya want from me, Damone, huh?"

I just wanna go back to my cell. 'Cause in my cell, I can smoke," Joey said.

"Smoke away." Chandler ordered, and with that Joey took out a packet of cigarettes. When, after much struggle, he got one lit, he took a drag and began to cough, hard.

" I think this is probably why Damone smokes in his cell alone," Chandler laughed.

"What?" Joey asked.

"Relax your hand!" Joey took Chandler's advice and his hand went limp.

"Not so much!" Chandler helped him.

"Whoah!"

"Alright, now try taking a puff." Joey did so and winced.

"Alright.... okay. No. Give it to me."

"No no no, I am not giving you a cigarette!" Joey said quickly.

"It's fine, it's fine," Chandler assured, "Look, do you wanna get this part, or not? Here." Reluctantly, Joey gave him the cigarette.

Return to Present

Suddenly, Chandler awoke in a cold sweat. He sat straight up in bed, panting. Every night, without fail, it'd been like this. Some memory, some insignicant memory of him and Joey always visited him in his dreams. And to Chandler, those dreams were often more frightening than nightmares.

He laid back on his pillow, trying desperately to calm down. But he couldn't. Ever since the funeral, he'd been haunted. Haunted by the fight he'd had with Joey. Haunted by the fact that Joey's last words to him had been "We're through." But most of all, haunted by the words he never got to say to his best friend.

So what would you

Think of me now

So lucky, so strong, so proud?

I never said thank you for that

now I'll never have a chance

"It's my fault that Joey died without hearing those words," Chandler thought to himself, "I had a million oppurtunities to tell him and I never did." That, in Chandler's mind, made him more of the bad guy than the arsonist who'd killed Joey in the first place. "It's my fault Joey died unhappily," Chandler thought. And that, certainly, was enough to make Chandler realize he might never be happy himself, again.

May angels lead you in

Hear you me my friends

On sleepless roads

The sleepless go

May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in

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