Ok, I decided that I would just wrap this story up, I had this whole great end written, and then I lost it. I've had enough of this story, and I think by getting this off my mind, it will be easier to wrap up all of my other stories. I would really be able to just finish all of them before moving on to another one, but that's gonna take some time. So what I thought I'd do is, if anybody wants to finish off one of my stories, feel free. Send me an email (address is in my profile) and tell me what one you want to finish, how you plan to do, write it, and I'll post it if I like it. That doesn't mean that it has to be some great ending or anything, you can even write a few chapters before you do end it, all I ask is that you don't drop it like I did.

Anyway. This isn't the ending I had planned, but hopefully you'll think it's ok. So please, read it and review it!

What's it Like to Live: Chapter 13: The End of a Man

"So, where is Chandler?" Monica asked, standing up next to Ross.

"Well, early this morning, after you left I'm guessing." He stopped and motioned towards Monica. "He called me and said that he was ready. I had been waiting years for this phone call and immediately knew what it meant." He continued with a huge grin on his face, already letting everybody know that the news he carried was good.

"So I came over here, picked him up, and took him to the clinic." He stopped at the collective gasp from the group.

"He did it?" Monica asked in a small voice, sitting down on the couch, overwhelmed with joy.

"Yes." Lewis answered. "I guess the argument he had with you finally showed him that he needed to change, that he was hurting the people that he loved most by doing something that wasn't even worth it."

"Well, what clinic is he at?" Joey asked.

"He told me that he didn't want you guys to know, and that he doesn't want you to visit him. He just wants to know that you guys are behind him all the way, but that he doesn't expect you guys to just welcome him back into your lives. He just wants to know that you guys are there for him."

"Oh, we are. You bet we are." Rachel smiled.

Where we left off.....

Three years later.....

A sharp knock on the door brought Monica from the kitchen to the front door. She peered through the side window before opening the door. "Can I help you?" Monica asked, whipping her hands on her apron before shaking the man's hand.

"Hi, I'm Lewis. Do you remember me?"

Monica wrinkled her forehead as she tried to place the name.

"I was a friend of Chandler's." Monica looked up when he said the name. She hadn't seen him since the night before he left for the clinic.

"Oh, of course. I remember you." Monica smiled and moved to the side. "Would you like to come in?"

"No thank you. I just came to drop this off." He handed her a white envelope with her name on it, immidiately she recognized the handwriting as Chandler's.

"I had some trouble tracking you down, but I found you. I thought these were too important to mail so I've been traveling around for the past few days. I already gave everybody else theirs'."

Monica gave the man a confused look, not quite sure what was going on. "What's this for?"

"Just read it." Lewis said, backing down a few stairs. "I hope it answers all, or most, of your questions. I'm sorry you're finding out so late." The man turned and walked back to the street. He got in his car and turned the ignition, looking back to Monica before driving away.

Monica, still confused, shut the door and looked down at the envelope. She walked back into the kitchen and picked her one and a half year old son up out of his highchair, heading upstairs to put him down for his nap. When she came back down, she hung her apron on a hook in the kitchen and grabbed the note.

She opened it on her way to the living room and pulled out a folded letter. She took a quick glance around the room before her eyes read the words that were written over two months ago.

Monica-

I'm sorry. I tried to get better, I really did. I guess rehab wasn't the only thing I needed. After I completed my treatment, I bought a house in Malibu with a great view. My intentions were to stay there for about a year for some post rehab recovery, but about two months after I was done, I found out that my liver was failing. I didn't want to bother with a transplant. The chances of getting one in time were slim to none. I hope you can understand why I didn't come back, I didn't want to burden any of you with myself. The doctors didn't give me long to live without the transplant and it would have been too painful to be around you guys all the time. But I don't want you to think I was alone. Lewis and his girlfriend Kara were with me every minute. I died a painless death.

I hope you've moved on. I hope you've found love. Whenever one door closes, I hope another one opens. I hope you're happy, and I mean that in the most sincere way. You wouldn't have been happy with me, and you know it. I probably would have gone back to drinking and drugs, I was never that strong willed. You would have kicked me out of the house and never seen me again. You're better off without me. I hope you can see that.

You are the best friend a man could ask for. You are the most beautiful woman I knew. With skin that is softer than silk, eyes deeper than the ocean with a sparkle that could light the night sky, and hair darker than...well..mine. Don't ever give up, don't ever be afraid to do something. I was, and look where it got me. I was afraid to ask for help and I was afriad to admit that I had a problem. Don't dwell on what people think of you. If you have faith in yourself, you can accomplish anything. Never settle for the easiest way, work for what you want.

I will watch over you, I will be your protector. I've gone ahead to clear the way for you guys. I'm going to make a path so when you get here, we can have that dance. II'll be waiting at the gate with open arms. If a mountain gets in your way, I will split it in half for you. I love you Monica, that's one thing that I'm not afraid to admit. I hope you once shared the same love for me that I carried in my heart. I love all of you guys, but I always thought you were special. After all we've been through, I never once stopped loving you, despite the words I said.

I'm sorry I won't be there to grow old with you. To watch your kids' baseball games. To watch Joey win his first Emmy. All I ask is that you do one thing, be like an elephant and never forgetme. Never forget the good times we once shared. Never forget the laughs we had. I'll meet you at the gate, with open arms.

I love you with all my heart, I love you more than anybody else could.

-Chandler M. Bing

.....I'll be waiting.....

Monica whipped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks and stood on shaky legs. So that's why he never called. She thought, stuffing the letter back in the envelope. The front door opened and a voice rang through the house. "Monica?" Her husband of one year called. She quickly stuffed the envelope in her pocket and walked to the entry way. "Hey Mark." She walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before wrapping her arms around him and burring her head in his chest.

"What's going on? Why are your eyes all red?" He gently pushed her shoulders back and looked into her eyes.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I'm just so happy to see you." She sniffled and leaned back a little.

"Ok." He laughed, kissing her lightly on the head.

"Hey Mark?" She asked, still not pulling away from him. "Do you think we'll be together forever?"

"I should hope so." He replied quietly, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Actually, I know so."

Monica smiled. I'm going to be ok, Chandler. I'm going to be just fine.

The End

I'm sorry this sucked. Oh, you should have read the first one, man it was SO GOOD! Probably the best thing I've ever written. Well, it just goes to show you that if the world were to be run by computers, it would be a very unsafe place to live, I mean, you could just be deleted. haha....... Please Review! I really wanna know what you think! Should I rewrite this? Was it that bad?