Bound Together by Tragedy
A/N: Okay, people, don't be pissed due to the reasons why Monica and Chandler aren't together. Just know that there will be a happy ending, ok? :)
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Monica sat on the hardwood floors in Hayley's room. She fingered through Hayley's belongings: Pictures, stuffed animals, barbies. Monica held up a blue dog that Hayley had named Vic. Monica smiled a little, remembering the day that Hayley got that dog. Chandler had been late coming home from work, again. He brought in the dog. Hayley was only a few months old, but loved that dog. Monica's smile soon faded.
Chandler. Hayley had been her constant reminder of Chandler. They had been so miserable. Monica was so happy when she became pregnant, hoping it was a way to keep their marriage alive. But Chandler got scared, and started doing stupid things. To start off, he began smoking again. Monica had tried everything to rid him of the habit, but nothing seemed to work. Then, he began working late. At least, that's what he called it. In reality, he was with a "client" who just so happened to be a leggy blonde that went by Samantha. Monica didn't even try to keep Chandler. He was gone before Hayley even said her first word.
And now Hayley was gone too. It all happened so fast, Monica couldn't even comprehend how in one instant, her reason for living was gone. Ever since Hayley was little, Monica had been warned about Hayley's allergy to peanuts. Monica had always taught Hayley what she could and couldn't eat. Monica hadn't even considered M&Ms. It only took one at her friend's birthday party to take poor Hayley's life. Only one.........
"Hey sis, can I come in?" Ross asked after lightly rapping at her door. Monica nodded. Her face was drenched with tears. She was so used to the feeling now, she didn't even realize she had been crying. Ross studied the torn up dog that Monica held to her chest securely. "How are you doing?"
"How do you thing I'm doing?" Monica snipped. "She's gone........." Monica sobbed. Ross didn't hesitate to embrace his sister. She felt no shame, she cried. She cried and cried into her brother's shirt until it was so damp, Ross had to later towel himself off. But for now, he accepted the wetness and cried with her.
"Breathe Monica, breathe." Ross coaxed. Monica took in a deep breath as the tears continued. She felt physical pain in her stomach as it spun. "Sweetie, you need to eat." Ross said after hearing her stomache growl.
"I can't." Monica cried. "I've tried. My stomach won't let me."
"I'm serious Mon. You need food." He said sternly. "I'm getting you a salad or something." Monica nodded, accepting this. She stood up shakily.
"R-Rach said you t-talked to him." Monica stated. "Is he-he coming?" She asked. Ross sighed.
"I don't know hon. I just don't know. He wants to be there." Ross said slowly.
"Does he know it's tomorrow?" Monica asked. Ross nodded.
"I told him. I gave him all of the details." Ross didn't want to stick to this conversation too much longer. He knew Monica was still hurting over Chandler.
"Oh........." Monica whispered. "I need some more time alone. Hayley needs her shoes picked out. And I still need to find that stuffed animal." Monica said, much more calm now. Ross nodded.
"Just tell me if you need anything." He said before closing the door quietly behind him. He walked over towards Joey, Rachel and Phoebe who were standing around the living room, too nervous and distressed to sit down and relax. All eager to help Monica whenever she needed anything. Ross looked over at Rachel, beckoning her to follow him onto the balcony.
"What's up?" Rachel asked, closing the slider door. The summer heat was still thick, even now, at night. Rachel's shirt clung to her stomach. "Is she okay? Did you tell her?"
"No, I couldn't tell her. She really wants him to be there. You can just tell." Ross said, talking about Chandler. Rachel nodded.
"I know. I never doubted it." Rachel said nodding. "What should we do?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. Chandler obviously doesn't want to be there. It's his choice." Ross shrugged.
"That bastard........." Rachel said under her breath.
"Rach-" Ross said in a scolding tone.
"No, I'm serious!" Rachel said loudly. "That prick can't even be there for his daughter's funeral! Not even for his ex-wife who spent four years raising Hayley alone!" Rachel made her point quite passionatly. Ross nodded.
"I know sweetie. I know." Ross pulled her into a hug. "Chandler's probably just afraid.........."
"Afraid of what?" Rachel sniffled. Ross paused.
"Afraid of realizing what he's missed out on and not being able to get it back."
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"Hello Monica." Carman, the mortician greeted as Monica stood on the front steps of the funeral home she had chosen to have Hayleys funeral.Monica simply nodded.
"More flowers arrived today. The yellow daisies you ordered are up on the alter. Some yellow roses and a wreath arrived from your parents." Carman announced. Monica looked to the alter. It really was beautiful, despite the circumstances. The coffin she had picked out was so small. Just a simple, oak coffin with a rose engraved in the top. She felt goosebumps on her arms and rubbed them away. Monica walked to the coffin. She peered down.
There she was. So little, so frail. Monica was afraid to touch her, but at the same time wanted to grab her and never let go. Monica studied Hayley's appearance. Her wavy black hair was pulled up in a bow on top of her head, fastened with a yellow ribbon. Her little fingers were laced together with eachother, clasped upon her stomach. She was so beautiful. Monica choked.
"Hi baby girl." Monica whispered. She put her hand on her forehead and stroked it. "Hi my beautiful baby girl." She repeated. Soon, her vision of Hayley became blurry because of her tear. Moncia wiped them away, afraid of losing her sight of Hayley. She bent down and kissed her cold cheek. "Don't be scared." She whispered. "Mommy loves you so so much." Monica's voice cracked. "Mommy will always be there. Don't be scared."
Carman soon came up to Monica with a bouquet of pink carnations. "I thought you'd want to see these." Carman suggested, handing Monica the bouquet. Monica studied the flowers.
"Where did these come from?" Monica whispered. But Carman had already left to her office. Monica felt a chill in the room, and she shuddered again. The flowers were so pretty. She almost forgot to read the tag.
"To Hayley, Love Daddy. You'll always be daddy's little girl." Was all it read. Monica eyes brimmed with tears. She threw the flowers to the floor and collapsed onto the first pew, sobbing uncontrollably. Luckily enough, Rachel and Phoebe soon entered.
"Monica?" Phoebe asked, startled. Phoebe embraced Monica, while Rachel looked around to see what had upset her so. Phoebe was the one who pointed to the flowers that lay on the floor. Rachel swallowed and bent down, picking them up and reading the tag. While Phoebe and Rachel discussed the situation quietly. Moncia walked over to the cross.
"Why?" She sobbed quietly. She knew that there would be no answer from that cross. "WHY Would you take her from me?" She screamed. "What kind of GOD are you?!" Rachel and Phoebe both came to Monica's side, leading her away from the cross.
"Let's go Mon. Come on." They said in unison. Monica broke away.
"No." She weeped hysterically. "I can't- I can't leave my baby! I can't leave her!" She screamed. Monica hurried back over to Hayley. She began whispering to her and holding her hand. Phoebe and Rachel looked at one another helplessly.
"She's not going to let go." Phoebe whispered.
"No. This is another thing she's going to hold onto until she accepts it." Rachel whispered back. Of course, the other thing Rachel was referring to was Chandler.
XOXOElizabethXOXO
A/N: Okay, people, don't be pissed due to the reasons why Monica and Chandler aren't together. Just know that there will be a happy ending, ok? :)
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Monica sat on the hardwood floors in Hayley's room. She fingered through Hayley's belongings: Pictures, stuffed animals, barbies. Monica held up a blue dog that Hayley had named Vic. Monica smiled a little, remembering the day that Hayley got that dog. Chandler had been late coming home from work, again. He brought in the dog. Hayley was only a few months old, but loved that dog. Monica's smile soon faded.
Chandler. Hayley had been her constant reminder of Chandler. They had been so miserable. Monica was so happy when she became pregnant, hoping it was a way to keep their marriage alive. But Chandler got scared, and started doing stupid things. To start off, he began smoking again. Monica had tried everything to rid him of the habit, but nothing seemed to work. Then, he began working late. At least, that's what he called it. In reality, he was with a "client" who just so happened to be a leggy blonde that went by Samantha. Monica didn't even try to keep Chandler. He was gone before Hayley even said her first word.
And now Hayley was gone too. It all happened so fast, Monica couldn't even comprehend how in one instant, her reason for living was gone. Ever since Hayley was little, Monica had been warned about Hayley's allergy to peanuts. Monica had always taught Hayley what she could and couldn't eat. Monica hadn't even considered M&Ms. It only took one at her friend's birthday party to take poor Hayley's life. Only one.........
"Hey sis, can I come in?" Ross asked after lightly rapping at her door. Monica nodded. Her face was drenched with tears. She was so used to the feeling now, she didn't even realize she had been crying. Ross studied the torn up dog that Monica held to her chest securely. "How are you doing?"
"How do you thing I'm doing?" Monica snipped. "She's gone........." Monica sobbed. Ross didn't hesitate to embrace his sister. She felt no shame, she cried. She cried and cried into her brother's shirt until it was so damp, Ross had to later towel himself off. But for now, he accepted the wetness and cried with her.
"Breathe Monica, breathe." Ross coaxed. Monica took in a deep breath as the tears continued. She felt physical pain in her stomach as it spun. "Sweetie, you need to eat." Ross said after hearing her stomache growl.
"I can't." Monica cried. "I've tried. My stomach won't let me."
"I'm serious Mon. You need food." He said sternly. "I'm getting you a salad or something." Monica nodded, accepting this. She stood up shakily.
"R-Rach said you t-talked to him." Monica stated. "Is he-he coming?" She asked. Ross sighed.
"I don't know hon. I just don't know. He wants to be there." Ross said slowly.
"Does he know it's tomorrow?" Monica asked. Ross nodded.
"I told him. I gave him all of the details." Ross didn't want to stick to this conversation too much longer. He knew Monica was still hurting over Chandler.
"Oh........." Monica whispered. "I need some more time alone. Hayley needs her shoes picked out. And I still need to find that stuffed animal." Monica said, much more calm now. Ross nodded.
"Just tell me if you need anything." He said before closing the door quietly behind him. He walked over towards Joey, Rachel and Phoebe who were standing around the living room, too nervous and distressed to sit down and relax. All eager to help Monica whenever she needed anything. Ross looked over at Rachel, beckoning her to follow him onto the balcony.
"What's up?" Rachel asked, closing the slider door. The summer heat was still thick, even now, at night. Rachel's shirt clung to her stomach. "Is she okay? Did you tell her?"
"No, I couldn't tell her. She really wants him to be there. You can just tell." Ross said, talking about Chandler. Rachel nodded.
"I know. I never doubted it." Rachel said nodding. "What should we do?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. Chandler obviously doesn't want to be there. It's his choice." Ross shrugged.
"That bastard........." Rachel said under her breath.
"Rach-" Ross said in a scolding tone.
"No, I'm serious!" Rachel said loudly. "That prick can't even be there for his daughter's funeral! Not even for his ex-wife who spent four years raising Hayley alone!" Rachel made her point quite passionatly. Ross nodded.
"I know sweetie. I know." Ross pulled her into a hug. "Chandler's probably just afraid.........."
"Afraid of what?" Rachel sniffled. Ross paused.
"Afraid of realizing what he's missed out on and not being able to get it back."
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"Hello Monica." Carman, the mortician greeted as Monica stood on the front steps of the funeral home she had chosen to have Hayleys funeral.Monica simply nodded.
"More flowers arrived today. The yellow daisies you ordered are up on the alter. Some yellow roses and a wreath arrived from your parents." Carman announced. Monica looked to the alter. It really was beautiful, despite the circumstances. The coffin she had picked out was so small. Just a simple, oak coffin with a rose engraved in the top. She felt goosebumps on her arms and rubbed them away. Monica walked to the coffin. She peered down.
There she was. So little, so frail. Monica was afraid to touch her, but at the same time wanted to grab her and never let go. Monica studied Hayley's appearance. Her wavy black hair was pulled up in a bow on top of her head, fastened with a yellow ribbon. Her little fingers were laced together with eachother, clasped upon her stomach. She was so beautiful. Monica choked.
"Hi baby girl." Monica whispered. She put her hand on her forehead and stroked it. "Hi my beautiful baby girl." She repeated. Soon, her vision of Hayley became blurry because of her tear. Moncia wiped them away, afraid of losing her sight of Hayley. She bent down and kissed her cold cheek. "Don't be scared." She whispered. "Mommy loves you so so much." Monica's voice cracked. "Mommy will always be there. Don't be scared."
Carman soon came up to Monica with a bouquet of pink carnations. "I thought you'd want to see these." Carman suggested, handing Monica the bouquet. Monica studied the flowers.
"Where did these come from?" Monica whispered. But Carman had already left to her office. Monica felt a chill in the room, and she shuddered again. The flowers were so pretty. She almost forgot to read the tag.
"To Hayley, Love Daddy. You'll always be daddy's little girl." Was all it read. Monica eyes brimmed with tears. She threw the flowers to the floor and collapsed onto the first pew, sobbing uncontrollably. Luckily enough, Rachel and Phoebe soon entered.
"Monica?" Phoebe asked, startled. Phoebe embraced Monica, while Rachel looked around to see what had upset her so. Phoebe was the one who pointed to the flowers that lay on the floor. Rachel swallowed and bent down, picking them up and reading the tag. While Phoebe and Rachel discussed the situation quietly. Moncia walked over to the cross.
"Why?" She sobbed quietly. She knew that there would be no answer from that cross. "WHY Would you take her from me?" She screamed. "What kind of GOD are you?!" Rachel and Phoebe both came to Monica's side, leading her away from the cross.
"Let's go Mon. Come on." They said in unison. Monica broke away.
"No." She weeped hysterically. "I can't- I can't leave my baby! I can't leave her!" She screamed. Monica hurried back over to Hayley. She began whispering to her and holding her hand. Phoebe and Rachel looked at one another helplessly.
"She's not going to let go." Phoebe whispered.
"No. This is another thing she's going to hold onto until she accepts it." Rachel whispered back. Of course, the other thing Rachel was referring to was Chandler.
XOXOElizabethXOXO