I'd just like you to know that I've never shown anybody anything I've written before (always too much of a coward!). Also, English is not my first language, I'm not a native speaker. However, I'd be grateful for any of your comments. :)
It's only a (really) short stand-alone about Chandler losing Monica.
Ah.
There it was again.
That pain in his chest. He wouldn't even call it a 'pain' anymore. It made him feel like dying.
He was usually freed of it for the fifty seconds between the moments reality came rushing. Taking old images of better times away with it.
That pain. He's never felt anything like it before. She was taken away from him and instead he was presented with that pain… She.
The wish to die was back again.
…
"Chandler?"
He was on second twenty-three when Joey called his name.
Second thirty-seven, the first morning of their honeymoon. Her hair messed up, wearing one of his shirts, jetlagged. She never looked more beautiful to him. His wife.
"Where are you?"
Joey stepped into the room. Chandler was sitting on the bed, pictures of Monica, of them together, at home, on holiday…spread out all over the bed.
Joey looked closer at the picture Chandler was holding in his hands. It was one Joey himself had taken of them. On their wedding day. They hadn't noticed him, taking it from the other side of the room. Monica was fumbling with his tie and he just smiled down at her. With that smile of his. A smile that no one else had ever seen quite that way before he'd met her. It was one of the many things she had made appear. It had always been hers. Now that smile was gone.
Joey quickly brushed away a tear, which was beginning to form in the corner of his eye. "Hey, man" he said mildly.
Second fifty. The pain.
Chandler didn't look up. "You took this one, didn't you."
"Yeah. I think so."
Chandler kept looking at the photo and Joey began to wonder how long he'd been sitting there like this.