sorry for mistakes smh
chandler has never been so nervous, and never did he think it would end like this. he had gotten lucky, and god, who knew he could get so lucky. y/n, his beautiful girlfriend that is about to become his wife, changed his life. god, she changed his life completely.
when she first got to know him he was different, he was sad. y/n dragged him out of a sadly dark room, and showed him light and happiness with just becoming his friend. after a year had gone he pulled himself together and asked her out, and she happily said yes. oh god, he got so lucky.
chandler has his hands clasped tight in front of his stomach, fiddling with his hands. he wanted to be alone before it's happening, he can't walk in crying. he will be crying later, he knows this, but he doesn't want to cry right away. he wants to be presentable for y/n, she deserves it. she deserves it so much.
y/n is important to him, and she always will be. he doesn't know how things escalated so quickly, but they did. if just y/n's family would be able to come it would of have been easier, or at least his family, but they couldn't. it's just him, y/n and a couple of friends. he didn't want a lot of people to come, and he's happy that it didn't.
the weather outside is not as he expected, it is windy and cloudy, and well, not as he expected. he wanted sun, he wanted the best weather that could be and that just for y/n. he knows the aisle is decorated with flowers,
y/n's favorite flowers, too. she deserves it, so much. god, she deserves more than he has to offer, so much more.
a knock on the door awakes him from his thoughts, his friend wanting to know if he is okay and ready. chandler answers, saying that he's okay and will be out soon. he will never be ready for this, this is the most emotional thing that is and will be. he will never be ready, but who would be?
chandler is wearing his grey suit, studying himself in the mirror that is hanging on the wall. if y/n was here she would of have snaked her hands around his torso, snugged her chin into his shoulder and kissed the side of his face. she would let her lips linger, wanting him to feel loved. he would turn around in her grip, kissing her forehead lightly. chandler loves her, so much.
he opens the door to the little room, and quietly walks down the stairs. each step is hard, but he knows that he will get to see y/n again. his feet feel heavy, but he manages to walk somehow. and a minute later, he is in front of the doors. of course it's happening in the church, she wants this. he may not be the most religious man on earth, but he is doing it for her.
"are you ready, man?"
"i can never be ready, sam."
sam places his hand on chandler's shoulder, showing his love towards him. chandler places his hand on top of sam's, sighing at how hard this is. sam doesn't want to pressure him to walk inside, he wants chandler to take all the time he needs. this is important for him, and the last thing he will do is to put pressure on him.
chandler grabs the handle, feeling his chest tighten. sam is right behind him, ready to follow him down the aisle. he wants to support chandler through this, he needs support. as chandler sees her, he can feel it. he breaks, but only lets out a silent whimper. it wasn't supposed to end like this, not at all.
instead of his beautiful girlfriend in a white dress, is a white casket and his friends dressed in black. instead of smiles and happily crying, is eyes on the verge of tears and mouths slightly opened. he wanted to imagine, he wanted to pretend, but he can't. he wants it to be a wedding, the wedding that she planned and had ordered invitations to.
instead there's a funeral, dark and sad. a casket, holding his world, his everything, his reason to stay alive and the reason to why he still is here. flowers that shouldn't only be admired by him and their friends, but her too. black clothes that shouldn't of have been wore, it should be colourful dresses that shines happiness, but it isn't like that.
y/n was supposed to become his wife, but will only remain his girlfriend. she isn't here to say i do, she isn't here to say her little speech, she isn't here to show her love towards him, she isn't here to make him laugh, she isn't here to make her small jokes in the mornings, she isn't here to live, she isn't here.
he wanted to pretend, he wants it to be a wedding so bad, but it isn't. the atmosphere is too thick and tense, it's too much black and, y/n isn't there, alive. oh god, he got so lucky. he got too lucky, he got way too lucky. lucky isn't something that is for him, he obviously doesn't deserves it.
his feet travels forwards, and he sits down on the front row. he is indeed crying, so bad. everything is going badly, everything around him is crashing. but, somehow he notices a little light coming through the window that's shining on the casket, her casket.
this reminds him of y/n, and his heart beats a little slower. somehow, even when she's not there among them, she manages to light up his world. everything has changed, it has changed completely. how is he going to let her go, his beautiful almost-wife? they were going to get married, she was about to become his.
but, she is gone.
idk what this was but was it good or ?? no ?? idk
whops ??? did i just write that ??
okaay so it's imagine-sunday oN A SUNDAY WOW !!
