Please Come to Boston
Chapter 6
Ok, um….Hm. What to say about this part. Bare with me, I suppose, we're getting there, I promise!
Rachel slowly reached for the letter in Monica's hand as Monica opened the next envelope. Reading it, she wondered if she should have sent the letters to Monica sooner.
Mon,
You said not to call you, but I need to say this to you, so writing seemed like the thing to do.
I'm sorry that I'm just leaving like this. God, you have no idea how sorry I am. I really don't blame you for leaving, either. I'm sorry I'm so immature. I'm sorry I don't know how to be a "grown up." I'm sorry I can't give you what you want or need. If you think it over, and Richard is what you want, I hope you go for it, and you're happy.
I'm traveling for work now. I never told you Doug offered me this position, but, I never thought I would want to take a position that would keep me away from home for a week at a time. Funny how that changed so quickly.
Like I said, I'm sorry for leaving, but I think it's best for us both. I've obviously already hurt you enough; I can't bear to hurt you again, or to even see you this hurt. I think it's for the best. This way, we can both move on. You can go on with your life, and find someone who is everything you want. Someone who can give you everything I can't. And…I won't have to stand by and watch it. I can't stand by and watch.
Please don't be sad for too long.
Love you, always,
Chandler
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"Read this one," Monica whispered, handing Rachel the next letter.
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Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm staying with some friends, and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston…
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Rachel looked up, confused. Monica handed her the next letter, now many envelopes ahead of Rachel.
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Please come to Denver to see the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains,
So far we can't be found
And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon
And then lie awake at night, until they come back around
Please, come to Denver…
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Rachel grabbed the next letter, eager to put the mystery together, since Monica had obviously figured out something she had not.
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There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona…
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"Are they all songs?" Rachel finally asked, now tearing through the letters as quickly as Monica. Monica nodded, continuing the letter she was reading.
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Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door…
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"There's twenty or so more," Monica whispered. "It's everywhere he's been, look, the songs match where he sent them from," she handed Rachel the envelopes she had already opened before digging through the stack, taking out the last two envelopes, badly wanting to know where he was now.
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Now the drifter's world
Goes round and round
And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams
I've lost or found
And all that I ain't got
I need someone to cling to
Somebody I can sing to
Please come to LA, to stay forever
A California life alone is just too hard to live
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars, that fell from the sky
Livin on the hill
Please, come to LA…
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Monica handed her the letter, slowly opening the last one, post-marked from a week earlier, gasping at the end.
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I told you, forever, I love you, forever
You might've laughed if I told you,
You might have hidden your frown.
You might've succeeded in changing me,
I might've been turned around.
It's easier to leave than to be left behind,
Leaving was never my proud,
Leaving New York never easy,
I saw the light fading out.
Leaving New York never easy
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There was something different about this letter, though; it was followed by an address. And not just any address, but an address that couldn't have possibly been more than blocks from her own.
To be continued….
I don't own any of the lyrics.
"Please come to Boston" is by Dave Loggins (however, I'm in love with the Kenny Chesney version!) This was the inspiration for this story:)
"There is no Arizona" is by Jamie O'Neal
"Omaha" is by Counting Crows
"Leave New York" is by REM
Ok, I actually had 3 ways I thought of going with this fic…this is one…I'll explain what the other two were in the next part…don't want to give anything away :) And…don't give up on this fic, haha, I'm going somewhere with it, I promise!