Bound Together By Tragedy
Chandler circled the block for the fifth time in the city. He needed time to think. He was just so happy that no one had noticed him at the burial. He had stood a far distance away, but every word that the reverend stated had been within earshot. "And you learn and you learn, and with every goodbye you learn." What did that mean? Chandler kept running lines from the poem in his mind. Soon the words and lines became mixed and in the wrong order until he forgot them completely. However, that one line stayed in his brain. And he had a feeling it wouldn't go away for a long time.
Chandler glanced down at his watch. 2:45 am. He didn't care anymore. He needed to see her.
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Monica tossed and turned inside of her bed. She wanted so badly to get up and go into Hayley's room, but knew that she couldn't. It was different now. She had said goodbye. But still, Monica couldn't stop thinking about seeing Chandler again today.She hadn't told anyone that she saw him, which she regretted. At least if they knew, they would have the chance to say hello to him. He was, afterall, one of their long lost friends.
Monica sat up, putting her forehead to her knees and just breathing slowly. She listened to the clock on the wall tick-tock for a few seconds, then jusmped by the ringing of her phone. It was 3:00 in the morning.She reluctantly picked up the phone, shakily bringing it to her ear.
"Hello?" She breathed.
"Monica." Chandler whispered. Monica shut her eyes, hoping for him to go away, but she knew he wasn't going to.
"What are you doing?" She asked shortly. "It's three in the morning."
"I had a feeling you were still up." Chandler said slowly.
"Why?" Monica asked laying back down on her pillow.
"Because your light is on in your room."
"How do you know that?" Monica asked, standing up. She peered out her window, into the street. There were no cars, and not much of anything, except rain. She waited for Chandler's response.
"I'm outside." Chandler said suddenly. Monica felt her chest grow hot.
"Chandler-" She said in a warning tone.
"Please just let me in. I just want to talk to you. In person."
"No!" Monica whispered harshly. "Go away!" She demanded.
"Come on! Please!?" Chandler begged. "I need to talk to you!"
"I mean it Chandler, you'd better go right now!"
"If you don't let me in, I'm going to ring the door bell, and that's going to wake the others up." Chandler insisted. Monica paused.
"Just go..." She whispered, tears brimming. She didn't want to deal with this right now.
"Monica, please. I'm cold, and I'm wet." Chandler pleaded. She looked out the window again, as rain fell.
"It's summer." Monica said with lack of concern, "You'll warm up."
"Okay, just give me two minutes. Just two! I want to see you." He said sadly. Monica finally gave in when she caught a glimps of him on her driveway. She couldn't help but pity him. He was drenched, and she could see he was in bad shape.
"Two minutes, and then you go." Monica caved. "I'll be right down." she added before setting her phone on the reciever. She sat for a moment, exhailing, before she stood up and wrapped a robe around her small figure. Monica brushed the hair away from her face as she walked down the stairs and to the front door, where she flipped on the front porch light and opened it. Chandler stared helplessly at her. Monica motioned for him to enter, where she led him to the kitchen.
"Do you want something to drink?" Monica offered, breaking the silence. Chandler simply shook his head, and swallowed hard.
"You're still so beautiful." he said quietly. Monica cleared her throat, ignoring his sweet gesture.
"What is it you want?" She asked, folding her arms.
"How have you been?" he asked. Monica shrugged.
"I'm hurt." She said sadly. "What about you?"
"I'm........numb." Chandler said quietly. "I must be the worst person in the world for feeling that way. I haven't even cried once."
"You've got nothing to cry over." Monica said hurtfully.
"You act like she was only your daughter." Chandler shot at her. Monica threw a dishrag at his face, but Chandler caught it.
"She was." Monica snipped. Chandler wiped the rain from his face, then set the rag on the table. "Was this all you wanted?" Monica said impatiently.
"What was she like?" Chandler asked. Monica leaned against the counter.
"I don't know." She began. A small smile formed across her lips. "She was sweet. She reminded me of me in a lot of ways. She was stubborn. Neat. Oh, she had her dolls set up from smallest to biggest." Monica laughed. Chandler smiled.
"Just like her mom." He said looking down. Monica noted a little hurt in his tone.
"But oh, she was just like her daddy." Monica added. Chandler smiled and looked up.
"Really?" He asked, beaming.
"Oh yea. She was funny. She would make little comments about everything. But she was so caring, and patient. Just like you were." Monica said smiling brilliantly.
"I'm sorry I never knew her." Chandler said, darkening the mood once more. This brought the wall up around Monica's heart again, remembering the fact that Chandler really never was there, and so she shut herself off from him again.
"Yea. You could have been. But you weren't." She said, her smiling turning into a frown. Chandler stepped to her, setting his hands on her hips in habit.
"Monica, I am so sorry I was never there." Chandler said sincerly. "There is not enough time in the world for me to make it up to you."
"You shouldn't HAVE to make it up to me." Monica said loudly, shaking her head. "The one you should make it up to is the one who isn't even here for you to make it up to." Monica added. Chandler looked down. Monica brought his face back up. "And nothing will ever change that. She's gone, and you didn't even KNOW her." Monica whispered. Chandler's eyes watered, until tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Monica." He sobbed. Monica pulled him in for a hug, and he burried his face into her shoulder. Monica got lost in the moment. She had forgotten how she missed his body this close to her. She forgot his scent. She forgot so much.
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window
"I died the day you left me..." Chandler sobbed.
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever
"I've been dead these past four years, Mon. I wasn't there when you needed me. You have every reason to hate me..." She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes glistening.
I finished crying in the instant that you left
Though I can't remember where or when or how
"There is nothing I can do to make you understand how sorry I am...but I am sorry. Even if you don't believe me, I need to tell you that." With his eyes directly on hers he whispered, "I'm sorry Mon."
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe
"Say something, please..." After so many years, Monica was hearing the words she had been secretly wishing for, but believed she would never hear. She looked at the ground, wanting so badly to say something, but not knowing of what to say...
But it's all coming back to me
If you kiss me like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
Monica caught herself before she completely gave in. "No! NO! It is NOT that easy, Chandler!" She cried angrily and spun around. "You never even TRIED to spend time with Hayley!"
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
As it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
As it's all coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
but it's all coming back to me now...
"Monica, I died the day you left me...." Chandler tried again. Monica shook her head.
"I didn't leave you Chandler. You left me. I just never stopped you." Monica sobbed. Chandler opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "I think you'd better go."
"But-"
"Your two minutes are up." Monica cut him off. Chandler nodded, and showed himself to the door.
Monica was jolted by the door slamming, and sat down on her couch before bursting into tears. She looked at herself in the mirror that was opposite her on the wall. Her eyes were sunken in and dark. Her hair was a frizzy mess. She felt anything but beautiful. She was going to be sick. But most of all, she needed to end this constant pain. Monica grabbed her coat and headed out the door.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
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Chandler circled the block for the fifth time in the city. He needed time to think. He was just so happy that no one had noticed him at the burial. He had stood a far distance away, but every word that the reverend stated had been within earshot. "And you learn and you learn, and with every goodbye you learn." What did that mean? Chandler kept running lines from the poem in his mind. Soon the words and lines became mixed and in the wrong order until he forgot them completely. However, that one line stayed in his brain. And he had a feeling it wouldn't go away for a long time.
Chandler glanced down at his watch. 2:45 am. He didn't care anymore. He needed to see her.
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Monica tossed and turned inside of her bed. She wanted so badly to get up and go into Hayley's room, but knew that she couldn't. It was different now. She had said goodbye. But still, Monica couldn't stop thinking about seeing Chandler again today.She hadn't told anyone that she saw him, which she regretted. At least if they knew, they would have the chance to say hello to him. He was, afterall, one of their long lost friends.
Monica sat up, putting her forehead to her knees and just breathing slowly. She listened to the clock on the wall tick-tock for a few seconds, then jusmped by the ringing of her phone. It was 3:00 in the morning.She reluctantly picked up the phone, shakily bringing it to her ear.
"Hello?" She breathed.
"Monica." Chandler whispered. Monica shut her eyes, hoping for him to go away, but she knew he wasn't going to.
"What are you doing?" She asked shortly. "It's three in the morning."
"I had a feeling you were still up." Chandler said slowly.
"Why?" Monica asked laying back down on her pillow.
"Because your light is on in your room."
"How do you know that?" Monica asked, standing up. She peered out her window, into the street. There were no cars, and not much of anything, except rain. She waited for Chandler's response.
"I'm outside." Chandler said suddenly. Monica felt her chest grow hot.
"Chandler-" She said in a warning tone.
"Please just let me in. I just want to talk to you. In person."
"No!" Monica whispered harshly. "Go away!" She demanded.
"Come on! Please!?" Chandler begged. "I need to talk to you!"
"I mean it Chandler, you'd better go right now!"
"If you don't let me in, I'm going to ring the door bell, and that's going to wake the others up." Chandler insisted. Monica paused.
"Just go..." She whispered, tears brimming. She didn't want to deal with this right now.
"Monica, please. I'm cold, and I'm wet." Chandler pleaded. She looked out the window again, as rain fell.
"It's summer." Monica said with lack of concern, "You'll warm up."
"Okay, just give me two minutes. Just two! I want to see you." He said sadly. Monica finally gave in when she caught a glimps of him on her driveway. She couldn't help but pity him. He was drenched, and she could see he was in bad shape.
"Two minutes, and then you go." Monica caved. "I'll be right down." she added before setting her phone on the reciever. She sat for a moment, exhailing, before she stood up and wrapped a robe around her small figure. Monica brushed the hair away from her face as she walked down the stairs and to the front door, where she flipped on the front porch light and opened it. Chandler stared helplessly at her. Monica motioned for him to enter, where she led him to the kitchen.
"Do you want something to drink?" Monica offered, breaking the silence. Chandler simply shook his head, and swallowed hard.
"You're still so beautiful." he said quietly. Monica cleared her throat, ignoring his sweet gesture.
"What is it you want?" She asked, folding her arms.
"How have you been?" he asked. Monica shrugged.
"I'm hurt." She said sadly. "What about you?"
"I'm........numb." Chandler said quietly. "I must be the worst person in the world for feeling that way. I haven't even cried once."
"You've got nothing to cry over." Monica said hurtfully.
"You act like she was only your daughter." Chandler shot at her. Monica threw a dishrag at his face, but Chandler caught it.
"She was." Monica snipped. Chandler wiped the rain from his face, then set the rag on the table. "Was this all you wanted?" Monica said impatiently.
"What was she like?" Chandler asked. Monica leaned against the counter.
"I don't know." She began. A small smile formed across her lips. "She was sweet. She reminded me of me in a lot of ways. She was stubborn. Neat. Oh, she had her dolls set up from smallest to biggest." Monica laughed. Chandler smiled.
"Just like her mom." He said looking down. Monica noted a little hurt in his tone.
"But oh, she was just like her daddy." Monica added. Chandler smiled and looked up.
"Really?" He asked, beaming.
"Oh yea. She was funny. She would make little comments about everything. But she was so caring, and patient. Just like you were." Monica said smiling brilliantly.
"I'm sorry I never knew her." Chandler said, darkening the mood once more. This brought the wall up around Monica's heart again, remembering the fact that Chandler really never was there, and so she shut herself off from him again.
"Yea. You could have been. But you weren't." She said, her smiling turning into a frown. Chandler stepped to her, setting his hands on her hips in habit.
"Monica, I am so sorry I was never there." Chandler said sincerly. "There is not enough time in the world for me to make it up to you."
"You shouldn't HAVE to make it up to me." Monica said loudly, shaking her head. "The one you should make it up to is the one who isn't even here for you to make it up to." Monica added. Chandler looked down. Monica brought his face back up. "And nothing will ever change that. She's gone, and you didn't even KNOW her." Monica whispered. Chandler's eyes watered, until tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Monica." He sobbed. Monica pulled him in for a hug, and he burried his face into her shoulder. Monica got lost in the moment. She had forgotten how she missed his body this close to her. She forgot his scent. She forgot so much.
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window
"I died the day you left me..." Chandler sobbed.
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever
"I've been dead these past four years, Mon. I wasn't there when you needed me. You have every reason to hate me..." She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes glistening.
I finished crying in the instant that you left
Though I can't remember where or when or how
"There is nothing I can do to make you understand how sorry I am...but I am sorry. Even if you don't believe me, I need to tell you that." With his eyes directly on hers he whispered, "I'm sorry Mon."
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe
"Say something, please..." After so many years, Monica was hearing the words she had been secretly wishing for, but believed she would never hear. She looked at the ground, wanting so badly to say something, but not knowing of what to say...
But it's all coming back to me
If you kiss me like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
Monica caught herself before she completely gave in. "No! NO! It is NOT that easy, Chandler!" She cried angrily and spun around. "You never even TRIED to spend time with Hayley!"
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
As it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
As it's all coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
but it's all coming back to me now...
"Monica, I died the day you left me...." Chandler tried again. Monica shook her head.
"I didn't leave you Chandler. You left me. I just never stopped you." Monica sobbed. Chandler opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "I think you'd better go."
"But-"
"Your two minutes are up." Monica cut him off. Chandler nodded, and showed himself to the door.
Monica was jolted by the door slamming, and sat down on her couch before bursting into tears. She looked at herself in the mirror that was opposite her on the wall. Her eyes were sunken in and dark. Her hair was a frizzy mess. She felt anything but beautiful. She was going to be sick. But most of all, she needed to end this constant pain. Monica grabbed her coat and headed out the door.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
More coming! Ideas welcomed!