xx Authors Note xx

Sixth chapter in the series. I've made up my mind and I'm going to do ten chapters at the most. Enjoy.

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"Wow, you found this?"

"Yeah, It was just stuffed up in the cupboard along with some of the other junk."

At that moment, the door opened and Phoebe strode through the door, landing into the seat next to Ross. Playing her guitar again for the first time in years had certainly made her feel surprisingly stronger though slightly light headed.

Chandler was on the floor, flicking through a thick red photo album, filled with different photograph's of the old gang's past. There were alot of photographs sprawled rather untidily around on the floor. Phoebe could see one of Monica and Chandler kissing at their wedding ... one of Joey, her and Ross drunk in Barbados ... even one of Rachel sitting in Joey and her's old appartment. Phoebe sighed. So many memories that she could never forget.

"Man ... this is, unbelieveable Ross," Chandler said slowly, picking up three photograph's at a time and staring at them, "Thanks,"

"No problem dude," Ross said lightly, grinning at him. He turned to Phoebe, "What's up Pheebs?"

"Oh ..." It had just occured to Phoebe, "Um, It's just ... I just thought, you know ... Monica wouldn't have liked all those photographs scattered allover the floor like that." She offered them both a small smile. Chandler, however, did not return it.

"So? Monica's not here anymore," He said simply, turning his attention back to the photographs. Phoebe suddenly felt uneasy.

"Yeah but, I was only saying Chandler, I'm sorry If I offended you or-"

"Well don't say it then!"

Phoebe stared at him. Chandler was now on his feet, staring at Phoebe wide-eyed as If she'd said something terrible. Phoebe clamped a hand over her mouth, and realised that she had indeed said something terrible that had offended Chandler deeply.

Not saying another word, Chandler grunted and turned on his heel, striding across the room and into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Phoebe felt her eyes welling up with tears, and then Ross hugging her tight. She just didn't understand about the way people felt.

She noticed a photograph with a slight tear in it at her feet. Bending down to pick it up, Phoebe saw that it was one of Monica and Chandler, probably when they had been on their honeymoon. The happiness inside of her quickly drained away. Suddenly, Phoebe understood just how upset Chandler really was, and she really admired him for being so strong.

Phoebe stroked the photo, touching where the tear was, and trying to fix it again. The tear seemed to go through Monica and Chandler. Phoebe sighed sadly. It was like they were now torn apart.

"It's alright Pheebs," Ross whispered gently in her ear, "He'll get over it. He's just upset."

Phoebe marvelled about how strong Ross was about all of this, and pulled him closer into a hug, thankfull that she was no longer alone, but she had two of the best friends she could ever ask for, and that they would always be here for her.

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"Chandler?"

Phoebe opened the door to Chandler's room. He was sitting on the bed, his back to her. Phoebe heard his sobs and moved closer to him. Suddenly realising that she was there, Chandler leapt to his feet, at the same time hastily trying to hide his hands away.

"Chandler, I'm sorry about- what's on your hand?" Phoebe enquired, stepping forwards towards him. Chandler backed away from her.

"Don't- don't come any closer, Pheebs, please ..." He said breathlessly, trying to get away.

"Chandler!" Phoebe shook her head impatiently, "I'm not going to hurt you! What have you done to your- oh, Chandler."

Chandler had reluctantly held out his hand. He had cut both his wrists, probably out of depression. There was quite alot of blood on both his arms, she saw, as he rolled up his sleeves. Phoebe stared. She just couldn't believe it, Chandler of all people.

"Oh Chandler, why did you do that?" She whispered softly, glancing at him sadly and moving closer to examine his wrists. Chandler winced in pain as she touched his arm.

"You- you don't understand, Phoebe," He sobbed, "It's- it's too- It hurts, Phoebe,"

"I know, Chandler," Phoebe answered, "I lost Mike, remember? Look, we've got to get you to the emergency room-"

"No! I- I'll be okay ..." Chandler exclaimed, still sobbing.

"Chandler! You can't kill yourself! I know I was hurtful before about Monica, but I swear it was an accident! And- and doing this will only weaken you even more and- Chandler, Monica's gone, okay? I don't want to say it but she is, and nothing you do will beable to bring her back!"

Chandler stared at her, speechless. Then he sank down onto the bed, his head in his hands. Phoebe sat down next to him and put her arm around him.

"I'm sorry Phoebe, I never realised ... look, I miss Monica, but what's the point in me living? What can I do?" He said helplessly, staring at her, his eyes filled with tears.

Phoebe sighed. She had never seen him look so upset. And she understood, of course. She had felt this way for a long time after Mike had died. But she was Phoebe, and she was strong. She had lived out on the streets, for christ's sake!

"Chandler, you are without a doubt, the most- the most respectable guy I have ever met, and I love you so much, you're just, you're just such a great friend," Phoebe told him, and she gripped his hands in hers, "Be strong Chandler, be strong. It'll all be over soon, all the pain, all the greiving. Just ... hold on."

Pulling him into a hug, Phoebe felt her own eyes filling with tears as Chandler sobbed into her shoulder. But she would beable to hold on.

She had to. They all had to.