AWOOHOO! Yeah, I'm back and I've finally written something! Yay! My vacation was great, got lovely tanned (which, by all accounts for me, means I'm roughly two shades paler then any of ya'all are in winter...I'm quite the pale person) and while brainstorming for my other stories (mostly for smoke and mirrors...priority!) I came up with this tiny little thing to start me off...and now I'm depressed! Yes, it's a one shot, its sad, depressing, morbid, whatever you kids are calling it these days, but it's a start! So please read and review and I'm back in the game baby! Yehaw! Promise updates soon! Also make reference to Lord of the Rings, and steal a beautiful line from the movie Sin City...at least I think it's the right wording, I havent seen Sin City for MONTHS! And the title of the story comes from the song of the same name by JC Chasez...pretty as all hell song, and I used it because I was stuck on a name!
I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do own the need to download a new browser...stupid fanfiction changing their settings and making me have to do this in html mode (grumble grumble)
An old man dies.
That's how it should be.
That's how it should always have been, but then, he reasoned, the world most likely would have been over populated.
But he didn't care.
Life was not something that anybody was prepared for, it being difficult in so many ways, but death was something that anybody could even consider preparing for. It wasn't something that anybody wanted to prepare for.
Not that lack of preparation mattered. Nevertheless, death came, and tore lives apart.
It wreaked havoc on people's existence, and caused heartache in all cases.
An old man dies.
That's how it should be, but in this case, it was the complete opposite.
No parent should have to bury their child.
A quote from a famous movie, and the plain and simple truth.
Chandler had remembered feeling a hint of emotion while watching that movie – watching that scene – but not until he became a father had it affected him properly. Not until he had buried his child had he felt the heartache that only parents could feel.
Chandler had averted his eyes for barely a second, but that was all it took. He had no idea when the twins had become such fast runners, but they had. Erica hadn't had the chance to run though. Her tiny body had been bundled up in her doting father's arms.
Jack had been free. And he had run out onto the street.
Jack Bing, two. Gone. Without a chance to say goodbye.
Chandler couldn't think of a punishment crueller than that. Burying his own child, knowing that he should have been watching, knowing that his wife, in a way, blamed him. In a way, he knew that it wasn't his fault. But in a way, he knew that it was.
This was the way that life was difficult, and he hadn't been taught to prepare.
Their lives had been torn apart, and Chandler knew that although he wasn't physically dead, he was close enough. A part of him was gone, and that was impossible to bear.
Yet he did.
An old man dies.
That's how it should be.
But at age 37, Chandler still had years.