Hello again! This is the last chapter of this story. :( I also posted the epilogue now, because it wouldn't make sense to wait another week for it. Hope you enjoy both chapters!

Monica was in her bedroom, finishing to stow her clean laundry when she heard her apartment door close with a loud bang. Then she heard his voice, desperately searching for her.

"His Monica here? I need to talk to her." The urgency in his voice was clear.

Intrigued by what Chandler wanted so desperately to talk to her about, Monica stepped out of her bedroom. As she predicted, Chandler stood in the kitchen with an urgent look on his face, while Rachel, who sat on the sofa, looked at him with a puzzled look. Monica only managed to take two steps forward out of the door because as soon as Chandler spotted her, he almost ran in her direction, only stopping a few steps away from her.

He stopped, relieved by seeing her. He then looked at her and, without giving her time to question him, he started to talk.

"I broke up with Hannah." He said in a low and calm tone. Monica didn't know how to react. She felt relieved as if a burden had been taken off her chest, but she also thought that his statement felt weird. Had he really run to her just to tell her that? And why did he look so at ease with what he had said? Shouldn't he be looking sad for breaking up with the longest relationship he had had in months?

"Oh. Sorry to hear that," She managed to say after a few moments of silence, still without knowing what else to say.

"It's okay. I'm not sad. I had a pretty good reason to do it." As he finished speaking, he looked straight into her eyes and gave her a smile that made her melt inside. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. She didn't break the eye contact, feeling herself being pulled by the intensity of his stare.

The spell was broken when she felt his hands on her hair, delicately putting a loose strand behind her ear. When had they gotten so close? When had he moved into her personal space so easily that she hadn't noticed? His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, and she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She too, looked at his lips, instinctively wetting her own, almost knowing what he would do next. She gulped when he spoke.

"It was so I could do this."

Then, she couldn't tell if it was her that moved forward or him that leaned down, their lips crashed into each other. The kiss was even better than the previous one they had shared. They weren't holding in their feelings for each other, and soon the kiss became more passionate. His hands moved to her waist, holding her closer to him as if assuring she wouldn't escape him, and she could not help but also move her hands to his neck, assuring him she wasn't going anywhere.

Closer to each other than ever, Monica could tell he was pouring all of his unsaid feelings for her into the kiss and so she did the same. Their lips moved against each other naturally, as if they had been made to fit in each other. His tongue moved across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to let him deepen the kiss. They only broke apart when neither of them could stand the lack of oxygen.

They stared at each other. His lips were bright red, his cheeks tinted a slight pink tone, and his hair fell around his face a little dishevelled. She knew her face must have looked the same. However, his smile was as big and bright as her own. When they recovered their breaths, he was the first to speak.

"It's you, Monica. It has always been you; I just realized it now."

She knew she was about to cry with the whirlwind of emotions on her mind. She tried to hold the tears in, but she couldn't, so she let them run down her face like she had done once in front of him. Except for this time, those were tears of happiness instead.

"Oh, god. You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that." She said as she threw herself in his arms.

Her head rested on his chest, and his arms wrapped protectively against her body. She inhaled his scent, the same one she remembered from the day her feelings started to come to the surface. They stayed like that for a few seconds, knowing that they had changed everything between them.

"Aww, you guys," Rachel interrupted the moment.

They had forgotten that Rachel was in the room, so when she spoke with the happiest smile on her face, they both looked at her, the happiness visible on their faces.

"I better leave you two alone," Rachel said, closing the door to her bedroom.

Monica raised her head from Chandler's chest to look up at him, still without breaking their embrace. She decided it was her turn to be the first one to talk.

"I started to have this weird crush on you that day when we watched the movie together when Rachel was away. I don't know how or when, but I know now that it grew to more than just a crush." She said, looking into his gorgeous baby blue eyes.

"I am so sorry I hurt you. I thought you would never see me like that, so I started dating Hannah to try to get over you. But she made me see that it doesn't matter because I will never get over you. And I don't want to." Chandler said while stroking her hair.

Monica cupped his face and pulled him to her for a quick but sweet kiss.

"I don't want you to. I don't want you to get over me."

"It won't happen. Never; I promise," he said as if it was the thing he was the most certain of in his entire life.

Then, he leaned in again, and the couple shared another sweet kiss. That was the moment Monica knew he would keep his promise.