AN: Set right after Ross slept with Chloe, during Ross and Rachel's heated arguement. What is Ross really thinking?
D: I don't own Friends, or any of the characters used in this fan fic.
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"How was she?"
I glanced at her uncertainly, the breath catching in my throat. Looking at her, I saw that her world was falling apart, it was my fault. Why had I done that? I loved her, was I so stupid that I would go and sleep with another woman when Rachel and I hadn't even properly split up?
Yeah.
"She was - different."
Wrong.
Bracing myself, I waited for Rachel's heart to simply rip in half. And I knew it was my fault.
