Let Her Cry 2

 

Disclaimer: Friends does not belong to me, or any of you for that matter

 

Again, this is very angsty ( is that even a word?!!) So don’t read if you mentally unstable, unless you are one of my crazy sisters (you know who you are!)

 

 

She knew it was Chandler. As soon as she heard his voice she knew it was him. Lifting her head up against the weight of the lashing rain she saw him walking towards her, his form shrouded by sheets of water. She wanted to run but she knew it was too late, she couldn’t run away forever and she wouldn’t try.

 

Chandler just wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch her skin, run his hands through her hair and kiss away the pain etched on her face. More than anything he wanted to prove he was not crazy, he wanted to touch her to prove she was not a figment of his imagination, to prove she was not a ghost.

 

He stopped just before he reached her, a thin sheet of glistening rain separating them. Their blue eyes locked, Monica saw her hurt mirrored in the eyes of the man she loved more than anything else in the world and began to cry, her tears running unchecked down her face. Chandler just stood still and let her cry; slowly his hands reached up and cupped her face.

 

“Monica I love you so much,” he whispered, breaking their mutual silence.

 

“I love you too,” she replied and kissed his lips softly. He held onto her and deepened the kiss as his world came crashing down around him. He had thought she was dead, yet here she was wrapped tightly in his arms, her salty tears splashing his face as they kissed in the rain.

 

Monica couldn’t believe that after all the years he was there, her mind felt detached from her body. She wanted to be wrapped in the kiss forever, wrapped safe in his arms and sent off to heaven where nothing hurt. Knowing she had to break the kiss to stop herself from drowning in her own feelings, she regretfully stepped away from him.

 

“How did you find me?” She asked, running her fingers delicately over his face, memorising every detail, knowing that soon she would have to pull herself away from him forever.

 

“Fate.” Chandler replied simply. And he believed, he said it and he believed it like nothing else he’d ever said in his life. He knew that fate had let them find each other again, just as he knew; deep inside, that her guilt would keep them apart.

 

She sighed; knowing what she was about to do would shatter him forever. Briefly she contemplated staying, briefly she wondered if they could work things out. But her guilt wouldn’t let her, she didn’t deserve him. Not after what she had done. She kissed him again, letting him know her hearts real desire then turned around and walked away into the enveloping darkness. Chandler ran to catch up with her but she continued to walk away, ignoring him.

 

“Don’t just walk away Monica,” Chandler pleaded, his heart breaking into a thousand smaller pieces. She stopped dead in her tracks and he continued,

 

“I’ve lost you once, don’t make me loose you all over again, I don’t think I could handle the pain.”  Monica turned around slowly to face him,

 

“Chandler it’s better for both of us if we pretended this never happened. You never saw me, it was your imagination playing tricks on you.” She told him, her heart lurching in her chest as she spoke the words.

 

He shook his head, refusing to let her take the easy way out. “ You know as well as I do that we both can’t live with that. Look Mon, I know you were hurt. Hell I know you still are hurting. But let me soothe it. We can work through this. Someone up there obviously wanted us to have a second chance, don’t let it slip through your fingers.”

 

Monica stared into his childlike eyes. Their unblinking gaze hypnotised her.  She’d missed him so much it ached and here she was being offered a chance to change what she’d thought was history. She felt her steely resolve melting away into the rain, leaving her a trembling mass of emotions. He waited with baited breath, only allowing a small part of himself to believe she might change her mind. To give a larger portion away, in hope, would be fatal if she said no.

 

She fidgeted with her fingers; she was being torn to pieces inside. Making her decision she lifted her face to Chandler’s, smiled weakly at him and took his hand in her own. They were reunited. For the moment.

 

As they walked towards her apartment, fingers entwined, Chandler believed that maybe there could be a happy ending to their story. If only Monica could get over what she had done.

 

TBC

 

So what did Monica do? Go on, humour me, leave a review and take a guess