I'm back!

I know you all expected more drama to occur, but there is only one chapter left after this one, so things had to start to get solved. I hope you like it anyway! Your reviews are always appreciated, even if you don't have the time to post them right away.

I'll let you read it now :P

"I had fun today!" Hannah said while Chandler retrieved his apartment keys from his pockets.

"Want to come in?" He suggested, putting the key on the locker.

"Sure."

But when he finally opened the door, the lights were on and Joey was sitting on his barcalounger in the middle of the living room. Chandler turned to Hannah, giving her an apologetic look as he thought his roommate would be out.

"Maybe we should leave it for another time," Hannah suggested

"Yeah, good night," Chandler said to his girlfriend before giving her a quick kiss and shutting the door behind him.

"Hey man," He turned to Joey, "Thought you were on a date?"

"Yeah, it didn't work out. Sorry about that dude; didn't know you would bring her here."

"It's okay, Joe," Chandler said, walking to his room. To be honest, he was relieved things went that way. He liked Hannah, really did, but his feelings for Monica had not yet vanished, and it was getting harder to hide them from Hannah. Besides, the thought of Hannah hanging out with the group the next morning with everyone, especially Monica, knowing what they had been doing made him uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute," Joey said, with his eyebrows raised at him. "You just lost a chance to have sex and you're not bothered?"

Shit; he had forgotten how his roommate had an eye for those kinds of things.

"It was just once, Joe; it's not like we won't have any more chances…," Chandler tried to defend himself.

"But still… She's your girlfriend. When you like someone, you want all the chances."

"I guess…," Chandler said vaguely, trying to end the conversation. But it had the opposite effect he wished.

"You do like her, right?" Joey continued, with a suspicious tone in his voice.

Chandler wanted to lie to his best friend and say "yes", but his mind was tired of all the lies he had been telling, and he found himself unable to answer Joey's question.

"You don't like her?!" Joey yelled in disbelief

"Look. I like her, okay. Just not as much as I thought"

"Why?"

"It's complicated, okay?"

"How so?" Joey asked. As much as Chandler wished to tell his best friend the real reason, he also felt like he didn't want to have that conversation, so he used his tiredness to retire to his bedroom.

But laying on his bed, his roommate's words echoed in his mind. Joey was right. His relationship was not supposed to be like that. He should want to be with his girlfriend as much as possible and be disappointed when they did not manage to have some time alone. He wondered if he would act as he had acted with Hannah if it was Monica in her place. He knew he wouldn't. He was using Hannah, fooling her into a futureless relationship. And it wasn't fair to either of them.

So, the next day at the office, Chandler did what he knew he had to do. He entered the break room, knowing that Hannah would already be there waiting for him so they could have their coffee together. With the hot drink in his hand, he sat next to his girlfriend, already feeling a bit nervous.

"Hey. Look, Hannah, I need to talk to you about something. But not here, I was hoping somewhere more private?"

Hannah looked at him, and he could not decipher the look on her face. Somewhat it looked like she had read his mind and knew what he wanted to tell her.

"Sure. Why don't you come over to my place tonight?" She suggested. Chandler agreed, and they both proceeded with their day normally.

Later that day, Chandler sat on Hannah's sofa as he got ready to talk. He felt nervous, knowing he was about to break the heart of the girl seated beside him.

"So, about what I wanted to talk to you about earlier…," He started, unsure of how he would say it.

"I really like you, I do, but I don't know if this will work…"

"I know." Hannah interrupted him. "I really like you too, but I knew we would be having this conversation someday," She continued, with a sad tone in her voice, as she looked at his lap. Chandler grabbed her hands to look at her.

"Why do you say that? How do you know what I want to say?" He asked in a soft voice

"You want to say that you can't be with me."

"I…I think you are great and I'm so sorry I'm doing this, but…"

"Your heart belongs to another woman." Hannah interrupted him once again. It was a statement, not a question, and he knew he owed her the truth.

"Yes. And this is not fair to you," He sighed. He did not dare to look at the girl next to him as he knew the heartbroken look in her eyes would make it worse for him.

"It's that girl from the other apartment, isn't it?"

"Yes, Monica. How do you know?"

"It's all over your face. It's in the way you smile when you're with her or talk about her."

He finally gathered the courage to look at Hannah's face.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have used you like that," He murmured

"It's okay. But you really should tell her how you feel before she gives up waiting for you."

Hannah's words shot a strange feeling to his heart that started to beat faster against his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Chandler, sweetheart, that girl is as much in love with you as you are with her. I can see it in her face too. And the way she looks at me, at us, whenever we all hang out together. You need to tell her."

He froze for a moment, letting Hannah's words sink in. He looked again at Hannah, trying to figure out what to say.

"I…," He started, not yet sure of what he wanted to say. Hannah looked right back at him.

"it's okay," She said with some tears already escaping her eyes. "Go tell her."

He wanted nothing more than to run home and tell Monica, but he couldn't leave Hannah alone, knowing that he was the reason behind her tears. So, he pulled her to him, allowing her to cry for her broken heart. When he felt like she had calmed down, he stood up and walked through the door. He was about to leave the apartment when her voice caught him.

"I hope she makes you happy, Chandler," Hannah said to him in almost a whisper. He looked at her tear-stroked face with a mix of guilt and relief on his own.

"You too. I hope you find someone that deserves you," He whispered back.

Once in the street, he stopped on the sidewalk and let the cold night air blow against him. The fresh breeze against his face allowed him to recollect his thoughts. He hated to leave Hannah broken-hearted, but she was right. He needed to tell Monica about his feelings because if what Hannah had said was true, he didn't want Monica to be broken-hearted too. And at that moment, he knew what was the right thing to do.