This is a one-shot written in Chandler's POV. I had to write something so I wrote this short little fic. If it's terrible, I'm deeply sorry. :] reviews appreciated

I ran.

That's all I knew how to do. Monica and I were getting married so I ran. Not up the aisle, but away from Manhattan. I could not marry anyone. Especially Monica. Not because I didn't love her but because I did. I didn't marry her because I loved her.

The Bings. The Bings.

I couldn't let us become the Bings.

I couldn't let us split apart. I needed us to stay together, to just stay frozen in time right where we were. Monica and I couldn't get married, it would break us. Or me. Yeah, just me.

I shouldn't have ran. I had nowhere to hide. I had no reason too. I loved Monica and she loved me and we were going to spend the rest of our lives with each other. We were going to have kids, grow old together, look back on our past together. No reason. I had no reason to run.

But I did.

Joey called me a few days later, pissed off about me breaking Monica's heart. Monica was about to walk down the aisle when she saw that I wasn't there. Why nobody told her sooner, I'll never know. Joey told me she had collapsed crying right there in the aisle. I felt terrible, I honestly did. When we first started dating, I promised myself I would not hurt her ever.

But I did.

After Joey called me, I called her. I apologized. I told her I still loved her. She yelled, I cried. I yelled, she cried. We both yelled and we both cried together. That was the last thing we ever did together. I didn't want that to be my last memory of her. But at that time, it was.

I then called Ross, afraid that he would never be able to talk to me again. To my surprise, he did talk to me. Even if it was just to cuss me out and explain to me that I could never be considered his friend again, he talked to me.

I never called Rachel. I never called Phoebe. I couldn't stand to hurt another woman I loved. Even though there was no way for them to be hurt, just upset, I couldn't talk to them. Besides, they never called me. If they wanted to talk, they would have called me.

Two weeks after the almost-wedding, I called Joey again. He told me that he had packed my stuff and was waiting for me to come pick it up. He told me we could be friends but he could never feel close to me like he did before. He said that even though he had dated multiple women at the same time, he had never broken anyone's heart. He didn't want a heartbreaker as a best friend.

I went to get my stuff that day. Joey was alone in his apartment with Monica. Monica walked up to me and gave me the ring. She kissed me. I kissed her back. Then she left Joey's apartment, went into her own and never came out to see me again. I didn't want to cry that night.

But I did.

Two months later today, I'm still holding the ring in my hand. I still look at the pictures of me and Monica every single day. I miss her. I love her. I just can't be with her forever. It's not her. It's me. It will always and forever be me.

~.~

The End.