Hey, someone said about doing an Epilogue to see how the gang copes so here it is. Hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think.

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Epilogue

I stand silently in the corner of the room, looking around at everyone there. Monica, Joey and Phoebe stood quietly by the bar. My parents and sisters stood in the corner opposite me, talking to Mr and Mrs Geller and Ross is talking to Mr and Mrs Bing. There's a few other people in the room that I recognise, Gunther and a few people from Chandler's work. We're all here for the same reason. It's been exactly a year since Chandler had died.

The first few months were the hardest time of my life…it was for all of us. I spent the most of my time thinking back to my childhood, trying to image what it would have been like to have a brother growing up. That made me even more depressed. I started to isolate myself from everyone, including Ross. Everyone else seemed to be slowly getting their lives back on track but I couldn't…I couldn't stop thinking about him. Wondering whether if I had known the truth, would he still be here?

I remember one night, I come home and found Monica all dressed up and when I asked her where she was going and she told she had a date, I went crazy. How can she be dating? She was meant to love Chandler. He was meant to be her soul mate and she was going out with some other guy? It felt like she was cheating on my brother. When I told her that, she burst into tears and locked herself in her room for the rest of the night. I felt guilty, I knew Chandler wouldn't have wanted us all be miserable and depressed because of him but I couldn't help it.

Then it was about three months ago, when Mrs Bing turned up with a letter she had received and suggested I'd read it. It was from Michael Thompson, he was a 19 year old homeless drug addict. He was the one that mugged Chandler that night. He was serving a jail sentence for manslaughter. He claimed that he hadn't meant to use the knife, it was just meant to scare people but when he saw Ross running towards him, he tried to push Chandler away, accidentally stabbing him. He wrote the letter to tell them all how sorry he was and how he never meant to do it.

At first, I hated him. He was so desperate for drugs that he killed someone for three dollars. I kept thinking about why it had to be Chandler. Why did Thompson have to see Chandler and not someone else. Reading the letter made my head spin with all sort of different thoughts and I knew my friends and family were starting to worry about me. I didn't go to work or go out, all I did was stay in my apartment, thinking about everything.

Then one day, I woke and suddenly had an idea. I needed to do something to stop this from happening to someone else. I didn't know how but I knew I had to do something. I knew that would be what chandler would have wanted. He wouldn't want me to sit around doing nothing all day. He'd want me to get on with my life, be happy again.

So that why we're all here today. We're holding a memorable dinner in the memory of Chandler. Friends and family had brought tickets for the meal, which was being held in the restaurant that Monica worked in and they agreed to do it without charge. With the help of the guys, my family, Mr and Mrs Bing and few other people we've managed to open a shelter in Chandler's name, where people can come if they have no where to go. There's also some councillors for those who need help with any additions or problems they have. I realise that isn't going to bring Chandler back but I think he would be proud of us for doing this.

"Hey, you okay?" Ross asks and I look up to see Joey, Phoebe and Monica with him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Just all of this…" I smile slightly looking around at all the people there.

"Hey, its good to see you smiling."

"Yeah, well I just think that Chandler would be proud of us."

"Me too." Monica nods.

"Yeah, he'd love this…" Phoebe adds. "Everyone stood around telling funny stories, laughing and having a good time."

"Yeah and I think that's what he'd like us to be like all the time," Ross says and I know he's looking at him.

"Rach, we all miss him." Joey says, placing a hand on my arm causing me to look up. "Every time Baywatch or die hard is on…or whenever I'm playing foosball I think about him."

"Me too whenever we're at a hockey game, I think he should be with us." Ross tells us. "When I look at Ben, I think about how he's going to grow up without his Uncle."

"The thing is Rach, we all miss him and we'll always will but we need to get on with our lives." Monica add. "I know it's really hard to do… there are days when I wish he was here, just to hold me and tell me thing is going to be okay."

"I know…" I nod slowly, realising that I'm not alone in this.

"Beside, he's still here." Phoebe says casually.

"What?" Ross turns to look at her.

"Yeah, whenever we're in the coffee house or the apartment….he's there…" She shrugs. "Just hanging out."

I can see Ross going to reply but I reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Thanks, Pheebs that helps a lot." I say softly.

"No problem!"

"Guys, I think the food is about to be served," Monica tells us.

"Yes!" Joey exclaim, walking over the table.

I laugh slightly watching as they follow him.

"You sure you're okay?" Ross asks quietly.

"Yeah, I think I will be." I reply. "I'm just glad everything hasn't changed.

He smiles slightly and kisses me cheek before leading me over the table to where our friends are and I silently pray that in some form Chandler's there too.

The End

That's it, that's the end. Kind of sad but please review and let me know what you think.