Love Conquers All
Ross stared at the empty gate leading to flight 421 in shock. He couldn't believe Rachel had actually shot him down. He had honestly thought that she loved him too.
Ross felt Phoebe's hand on his back, and he turned around, tears blinding his sight.
"I really thought she'd stay," He choked.
"I'm so sorry," Phoebe whispered sympathetically, and enveloped him in a hug.
Back at Monica and Chandler's apartment, Joey was helping them pack up the rest of their belongings.
"Well, that's it," Monica said matter-of-a-factly as they finished.
"Wow, this is weird," Chandler commented, speaking what was on all their minds.
"I know," his wife agreed.
"Yeah. Uh, does this mean there's nothing to eat?" Joey asked tentatively.
Monica laughed. "I put three lasagnas in your freezer," she responded, silently praying that that would satisfy him.
Joey's expression told her that she had done well. "I love you!" he exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug just as Phoebe walked in. The others glanced at her hopefully, but she had a disappointed look on her face that told them things hadn't worked out as everyone had anticipated.
"So did you guys make it in time?" Joey asked cautiously, wondering if she was just playing them.
"Yeah, yeah, he talked to her, but she got on the plane anyway." Phoebe replied, sighing.
"Where's Ross?" Chandler asked, wondering how badly his friend had taken this.
"He went home. He didn't want to see anybody." They all nodded in understanding.
Ross entered his apartment and sat down, physically and emotionally exhausted. He couldn't get the image of Rachel pulling away from him and walking to the gate and out of his sight. He also didn't understand. He had professed his utmost true feelings and if that hadn't gotten her, nothing would. Still, he continued to stare hopefully at his phone. After five minutes of waiting, he gave up.
"Get over yourself, she's not gonna call," He reprimanded himself, grabbing his coat. Although he was tired, he knew he wouldn't sleep and wasn't interested in hanging around anymore. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. A few minutes later, a ring of the phone pierced the silence of his apartment. It persisted until the beep sounded.
"Ross? Hi, it's me Rachel..."
Unfortunately, he had already left the building.
Ross was wandering aimlessly on the streets of New York, without a care in the world as to where he was. He just kept looking ahead, when suddenly the lights flashing outside of a bar across the street caught his eye. Immediately liking the idea, he raced across the street without looking without looking either way. Ross was so lost in thought that he didn't hear someone shout "Sir, lookout!" or hear the honking of a city bus heading straight at him...
Ross had barely made it to the curb when the bus ran him down, leaving him in a collapsed heap on the pavement.
To Be Continued...
Ross stared at the empty gate leading to flight 421 in shock. He couldn't believe Rachel had actually shot him down. He had honestly thought that she loved him too.
Ross felt Phoebe's hand on his back, and he turned around, tears blinding his sight.
"I really thought she'd stay," He choked.
"I'm so sorry," Phoebe whispered sympathetically, and enveloped him in a hug.
Back at Monica and Chandler's apartment, Joey was helping them pack up the rest of their belongings.
"Well, that's it," Monica said matter-of-a-factly as they finished.
"Wow, this is weird," Chandler commented, speaking what was on all their minds.
"I know," his wife agreed.
"Yeah. Uh, does this mean there's nothing to eat?" Joey asked tentatively.
Monica laughed. "I put three lasagnas in your freezer," she responded, silently praying that that would satisfy him.
Joey's expression told her that she had done well. "I love you!" he exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug just as Phoebe walked in. The others glanced at her hopefully, but she had a disappointed look on her face that told them things hadn't worked out as everyone had anticipated.
"So did you guys make it in time?" Joey asked cautiously, wondering if she was just playing them.
"Yeah, yeah, he talked to her, but she got on the plane anyway." Phoebe replied, sighing.
"Where's Ross?" Chandler asked, wondering how badly his friend had taken this.
"He went home. He didn't want to see anybody." They all nodded in understanding.
Ross entered his apartment and sat down, physically and emotionally exhausted. He couldn't get the image of Rachel pulling away from him and walking to the gate and out of his sight. He also didn't understand. He had professed his utmost true feelings and if that hadn't gotten her, nothing would. Still, he continued to stare hopefully at his phone. After five minutes of waiting, he gave up.
"Get over yourself, she's not gonna call," He reprimanded himself, grabbing his coat. Although he was tired, he knew he wouldn't sleep and wasn't interested in hanging around anymore. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. A few minutes later, a ring of the phone pierced the silence of his apartment. It persisted until the beep sounded.
"Ross? Hi, it's me Rachel..."
Unfortunately, he had already left the building.
Ross was wandering aimlessly on the streets of New York, without a care in the world as to where he was. He just kept looking ahead, when suddenly the lights flashing outside of a bar across the street caught his eye. Immediately liking the idea, he raced across the street without looking without looking either way. Ross was so lost in thought that he didn't hear someone shout "Sir, lookout!" or hear the honking of a city bus heading straight at him...
Ross had barely made it to the curb when the bus ran him down, leaving him in a collapsed heap on the pavement.
To Be Continued...