This is just the short prologue to the story. Next chapter will be longer. Tell me what you think, okay?
September 11, 2001. Tuesday.
Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica were sitting in the living room in apartment 20 all watching the television.
Chandler looked at his wife who had started to cry. He sat next to her on the couch and Monica instantly melted into him, her tears staining his shirt. Chandler stroked her hair softly as a feeling of weakness spread through him. A few tears slipped from his eyes.
Ross and Rachel found themselves in each other's arms without meaning to be there. Ross was breathing in Rachel's scent, slightly comforted by something familiar. Rachel sniffled as her tears started to flow.
Phoebe was strumming quietly on her guitar, getting out her feelings without having to say any words. Joey's head was on her shoulder as he watched the television that was showing America's horrible reality.
No one had spoken. They didn't know how to speak anymore.
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