Endless Love
(chapter five)
Something was stinging his eyes.
He'd like to think it was tears, but knew they wouldn't come.
He stared at her. The same thought rang through his head continously. Well...? He felt as though they'd been standing there for hours. She hadn't said a word, just darted her eyes non stop around the room, never meeting his eyes.
The silence was broken as Ross walked into the room. He slid his arm around Phoebe's waist, kissing her on the cheek, causing Chandler to gasp, though he'd been expecting it. The only response to his confession earlier was a mumble that could only be made out as "...Love Ross..."
He closed his eyes and took a some deep breathes for a few moments, then he looked over to Ross, pasted a fake smile on his face, and stated, not a trace of a shiver in his voice, "hey Ross, congratulations!" Ross peeled himself from Phoebe and walked to Chandler.
"Thanks, man," he said, wrapping Chandler in a bear hug. In response, he patted his back, waiting for Ross to let go. When he finally did, Chandler walked over to his room and said, "I'm going to take a nap." And with a yawn, he walked to his room.
"Aww, me too. I didn't get any sleep last night," he admitted, following the infectious yawn. He waved goodbye and left Phoebe to ponder his pointless visit. And more so, ponder about what had just happened.
How had Chandler gotten so good at covering his heartbreak and feigning happiness?
It became apparent at that moment that Chandler had gone through so much pain and suffering in his life (the same one that she herself had thought of as the life of a spoiled little rich boy) that to him this was no different then when his parents had gotten divorced.
He'd probably try to get over this.
But what if he couldn't?
What would she do then? She would have just caused one of her best friends to tilt closer to the insane lonely life he'd threatened to have when Mr. Heckles died.
And what would she do now? She loved Ross, but she felt sorry for Chandler. But she didn't want to start a pity relationship unless she had to, and she definately didn't have to. Did she?
She was just so confused.
She fell backwards against the door, sliding down and banging her head leaving a ringing through the empty room.
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(A/N: Once again, I know that this is short, but I just didn't want to leave you all hanging for too long. Though that's probably what I'm about to do. This was a spur of the moment thing to help me get over my writers block.)