A/N: Okay, I realize Chandler probably would never have been feeling any
of these things, but its fiction, and it's my story. Sorry this is so
short, but my next chapter will be longer, I promise.
I don't own any of these characters
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That night after he made his decision he knew he couldn't stay there. He had to leave right then. It was just too painful knowing Monica was sleeping peacefully right next to him, not knowing the pain she was going to be going through when she finds out he was leaving. So he quickly got out of bed and packed a bag of some sweater vests and jeans. He gave her one last peck on the cheek, left a note on the counter, and was out the door.
When Monica woke up the next morning she noticed Chandler wasn't there. 'Maybe he just left for work early today,' she thought, although she knew it was most unlikely, considering Chandler hated his job more than anything.
'He might be at Joey's' she thought again after quickly erasing him going to work from her mind. So she went over to Joey's, knocking first because she wasn't sure what kind of date Joey brought home last night. "Hey Mon" Joey said cheerfully "Hey, have you seen Chandler?" Monica asked with much less enthusiasm. "No, not since last night." Joey said, while pouring a cup of coffee. "You want a cup?" "No thanks, I think I'll go find Chandler. He has to be around here somewhere." And with that she was out the door, back in her apartment in search of Chandler. She poured herself a glass of juice and noticed a white paper on the counter. And being obsessively compulsive she was going to throw it away, but then she noticed it had writing on the other side of it. So she decided to read it, hoping it was a note from Chandler saying where he was, and why he left without saying something to her. Dear Mon, I'm sorry I'm leaving, maybe I'm a coward, but I can't stand seeing you suffer, and I can't stand being the one to make you. I know it's unfair for you, and I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to. I'm not sure when I'll be back, or even if I'll be back, but don't worry about me. Move on with your life. Don't be sad over me. Try to be happy. But remember me. Remember the way I used to be, remember the way that I used to be. Remember the way that I loved you. Mon, Remember me.
PS. Try and take care of Joey for me, and if you want to tell the rest of our friends where I am, go ahead, it's up to you.
Love,
Chandler
After the first line she dropped her glass and it shattered. But she didn't care. She sank down on her knees and cried while she finished his letter. 'Well, this certainly explains where he went' She thought, while continuing to cry. She must have been crying there for hours. She didn't know. All she knew was work called for her, and she had to make up some dumb excuse as to why she couldn't come. She sat there for around another hour at least when Rachel came through the door on her lunch break. Rachel was just about to ask why Monica was crying, but Monica held up Chandler's note before the words came to Rachel's mouth. She read it quickly, and turned to Monica and cried with her.
I don't own any of these characters
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That night after he made his decision he knew he couldn't stay there. He had to leave right then. It was just too painful knowing Monica was sleeping peacefully right next to him, not knowing the pain she was going to be going through when she finds out he was leaving. So he quickly got out of bed and packed a bag of some sweater vests and jeans. He gave her one last peck on the cheek, left a note on the counter, and was out the door.
When Monica woke up the next morning she noticed Chandler wasn't there. 'Maybe he just left for work early today,' she thought, although she knew it was most unlikely, considering Chandler hated his job more than anything.
'He might be at Joey's' she thought again after quickly erasing him going to work from her mind. So she went over to Joey's, knocking first because she wasn't sure what kind of date Joey brought home last night. "Hey Mon" Joey said cheerfully "Hey, have you seen Chandler?" Monica asked with much less enthusiasm. "No, not since last night." Joey said, while pouring a cup of coffee. "You want a cup?" "No thanks, I think I'll go find Chandler. He has to be around here somewhere." And with that she was out the door, back in her apartment in search of Chandler. She poured herself a glass of juice and noticed a white paper on the counter. And being obsessively compulsive she was going to throw it away, but then she noticed it had writing on the other side of it. So she decided to read it, hoping it was a note from Chandler saying where he was, and why he left without saying something to her. Dear Mon, I'm sorry I'm leaving, maybe I'm a coward, but I can't stand seeing you suffer, and I can't stand being the one to make you. I know it's unfair for you, and I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to. I'm not sure when I'll be back, or even if I'll be back, but don't worry about me. Move on with your life. Don't be sad over me. Try to be happy. But remember me. Remember the way I used to be, remember the way that I used to be. Remember the way that I loved you. Mon, Remember me.
PS. Try and take care of Joey for me, and if you want to tell the rest of our friends where I am, go ahead, it's up to you.
Love,
Chandler
After the first line she dropped her glass and it shattered. But she didn't care. She sank down on her knees and cried while she finished his letter. 'Well, this certainly explains where he went' She thought, while continuing to cry. She must have been crying there for hours. She didn't know. All she knew was work called for her, and she had to make up some dumb excuse as to why she couldn't come. She sat there for around another hour at least when Rachel came through the door on her lunch break. Rachel was just about to ask why Monica was crying, but Monica held up Chandler's note before the words came to Rachel's mouth. She read it quickly, and turned to Monica and cried with her.