(A/N): I'm only writing this because I love the story line. I love how Chandler depends on Monica. So to the people actually reading this...enjoy. Warning: this chapter will be depressing.

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own anything?

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As Chandler escaped into slumber, his friends sat in deafening silence. Their minds wandered, flowing thoughtfully into oblivion, into hell. It burnt and twisted around their confused heads, fading slowly as they glanced at each others hurt expressions. Ross' heavy, sighs brought everyone back to their senses.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, dragging his hands down his weary face.

Joey twiddled his long, bony fingers as his eyes darted to the room Chandler was occupying.

"I don't know. I just want my friend back..."

"We all do." Rachel stated, lowering her head to the floor, small, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

...(Chandler's dream)...

It was snowing. He ambled through the oncoming flakes that drifted down from the grey sky. His feet crunched against the white carpet that grew beneath him, dampening his happiness. Chandler wiped his eyes that had been bombarded with slush, ivory droplets hammering down on them. He didn't know where he was. Everything around him had been vanquished by snow. It was horrifyingly beautiful, amazing but somehow grotesque. Somewhere in the distance, a lone, shapely figure stood towards him, outlined by blizzard. Chandler felt drawn, his legs moving by themselves at an alarming rate. He ran as fast as he could but the person kept moving away.

"Hey! Come back!" he shouted, his voice echoing around him eerily. The person stopped, turning to him, coming closer and closer until they were face to face.

"Monica," he breathed "I knew it was you."

Her movements seemed robotic, unlike her own. Her face was covered by this estranged mask that he didn't really recognize. Her jet black hair shadowed her face, her frosty skin growing whiter.

"Why didn't you save me?" she questioned, eyes burning with a thousand embers of fury.

"I-I tried, I'm so sorry-"

"You're a hopeless case. You can't do anything right!" she boomed, pushing her husband backwards.

He tumbled into the snow, the cold, bitter feeling settling against his skin. She turned away from him, stopping suddenly.

"You were the one who deserved to die."

Chandler froze. He felt his face drop as Monica began to walk away.

"I love you," he shrieked, trying to lift himself from the ground.

He slipped, falling back down to earth again, his wife carried on. She wore a heartless expression on her aged face.

"I never loved you, Chandler."

The words rung in his ears.

"Never loved you."

Never.

A blood-curdling scream cut sloppily through the atmosphere in the front room like a blunt knife. They all scrambled up from their seats, looking for the source of the noise. Joey sprinted into Chandler's room, busting open the door. He lay there on the bed, twisted in the sheets like he was trying to escape from something. He was soaked in sweat, drenched in a cold layer of terror. His eyes were wide and bloodshot. He looked like he had journeyed through hell and back, exhausted, haunted by things that weren't even there. That only existed in his mind.

"Chandler, it's okay, it's okay, it was just a nightmare." Joey comforted, pulling his friend into a hug.

"No, no. Never." he choked.

Joey gave the rest of his companions a puzzled glance. Chandler turned towards them, eyes glistening with fresh, painful tears of resentment.

"She never loved me."

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(A/N): Told you it would be depressing. Whoever is reading this, please leave a review, it's the only thing that keeps me writing, and I really love writing this story. It's so simple, and it'll make me so happy. Sorry if it was short. Thanks anyway.