Baah, sorry for a very short first chapter, more to come soon! Please rate and review :3
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December night.
The small yellow taxi lay motionless on the snowy ground, the windows foggy with condensation. Inside, she sat gazing outside a small opening of the fog on the window, looking at the small snowflakes. Rachel loved winter, the days of sitting by a warm fire, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa. She closed her eyes, a small smile appeared on her face. She was waiting for him, her darling Ross. He was outside, calling his sister Monica back home in New York. Both of them had taken a little trip with Phoebe's taxi. It was the only car they had to spare.
"Yes...yes I am alright, yes Rachel is ok, no we dont have a...Monica calm down!" Rachel could hear Ross say. His voice soothed her as she nearly drifted off to sleep. The sound of the car door opening awoke her.
"Hey sweetie, are we heading home?" she asked, rubbing her sore eyes. Ross nodded, grabbing her hand and kissing it softly. His soft brown eyes warmed her inside.
"Yes, are you ready?" he asked, shifting properly so he can get his seatbelt on. Rachel sat up, took one last look out the window, and clicked her seatbelt into place, brushing her hair back with her cold fingers.
Their trip had been wonderful. The two lovers needed one after a really harsh row at Ross's apartment. They both tried to forget about it. They went to stay at a nearby log cabin, enjoying their time alone together. It was heaven.
The car drove on the long lonely road, the harsh snow hitting the window, while the wipers swayed side to side. Rachel curled up in a blanket, asleep, her small quiet snores filled the car. Ross stared out the window, his tired eyes getting the better of him. He needed to get home before he dozed off. Thoughts of the past filled his mind, the hardest day for him and Rachel
He remembered being in Monica's apartment, arguing and pleading with Rachel after he had slept with another women. They screamed at eachother, sore throats and tears. He hated that day, the day it was ALL over. Rachel had asked him to leave, he remembered the unbearable walk back to his apartment, the feeling of emptyness inside him. He hated seeing her cry, her soft fragile face hurt. Shaking his head, he returned to present day, his eyes watching the lights of passing cars. For a quick moment, he turned to see if Rachel was ok, before returning his eyes to the window.
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She was dreaming of Ross, his soft fingers ruffling her hair, his warm breath on her face, their kiss tender. She wanted a future with him, a future of happiness. She remembered the day they first kissed, the beauty of it all. The happy moment of them two togethor, a soft tear of joy slid down her cheek. She couldnt wait to return home, back to the bustling city of New York. She would, however, miss the trip and hope they would return. She conjured the memory of meeting Ross again for the first time in years. When she was a runaway bride. His young childish face resembling kindness. He was always awkward when trying to get her attention, the day the blackout happened, he tried to ask her out. If only she knew and wasnt as selfish, she would have said yes In a heartbeat. They were ment to be together, ever since they first met.
She could see it now, their future of happiness, happily married with children. The thought was welcoming as she went back to her deep sleep.
But it was all interrupted by the sound of screeching tyres and horrible blinding lights.