Chapter 2:
Two weeks went by. Two weeks since (her departure to Paris) she's gone in Paris. Two weeks since his declaration. Two weeks since she last saw him. These last two weeks has been the hardest, the worst of her life. The most difficult and the saddest. Today it has already been two weeks since this horrible day- when he declared his love, while her; she turned her back to him- happened. This day, she's gonna remember all her life; it's the day she said goodbye to her beloved. The day her life lost its meaning, she became empty, without any emotions, any feelings, and any interest. It is now two weeks, from that day, that she said goodbye to her friends, her family, to her life. Why is she gone? Nobody, even not her, knows. The opportunity of a new work, super, exciting and well-paying was a sufficient motivation at the time. She didn't thought of the many problems and loss that would be caused by her departure.
It's been two weeks from now that she hasn't got any news from her friends (They were probably mad at her for what she did, she told herself). Only Phoebe called her a week ago, she told her about Joey's departure, gave her news… Phoebe hasn't pronounced a word about him. But no need to ask to know he wasn't in a really good state. Actually, nobody talk to him since that terrible day. He stayed locked in his apartment. They talked about that with each other and decided to leave him alone, to let him his space, let him think. There were a lot of questions about his health, they even thought about a possible death. It's Monica who found him in his apartment, after his abysmal try to pass into the afterlife.
Him. It is two weeks now since she hasn't got any news from him. They didn't really leave each other in good terms. She's always wondering if she took the right decision, but she never manage to light up her thoughts, this question never found an answer. She loved him, that's for sure, but stay or leave is an important dilemma, it needs a long time of thinking.
But today, there she was, at her new home, with her daughter, daughter she deprived of father. Her daughter, the person she loves the most in the whole world. Her, and of course, him. Each the same, but in two really different way. Her thoughts were interrupting by a ring. She stood up, walked to the door, and stopped in front of it.
To be continued…