Ross flipped through Charlie's mp3 player until he settled on Luther Vandross.
Sound amplified and spread throughout the loft.
"If this world were mine…"
Luther's soul poured into the flat as Ross stood up and gazed across the New York skyline with Charlie's stunning floor to ceiling view.
His soft brown eyes piercing the city.
He glanced across the room, and all the space in between them, and all of a sudden her brown eyes were piercing his.
Ross breathed in sadly, "I just love her so much"
Charlie, "Ross…she loves you too"
"BUT" His voiced cracked "you don't understand…I would give up everything for her, I'd be anything for her, and she just, just doesn't care, she's been so distant lately… and she can just lie to me about what she does or where she is…We should of….this time things should have been different…"
He added in almost a whisper "We should have been done being stupid".
A much closer Charlie touched his hand softly.
"If she felt half…of what you feel for her...it's probably nothing. She comforted him gently while the thoughts from her conversation with Chandler and Phoebe tapped along the edges of this moment.
"Ross, have you ever just…needed someone else?"
"Wha---"
"Sometimes people just need one another so badly, that we collide in the oddest ways"
Placing a finger to his lips as he started to talk, she whispered in his ear:
"Shh…all the rest is just empty conversation…dance with me"
The sky outside was dark, but the lights inside the flat were warm and vibrant.
It was the kind of environment that catered specifically to the soul.
So Luther carried on, accompanied by Charlie's voice at times, and washed all of New York away, until they were so much farther away than anything resembling their lives, everything else was irrelevant.
If this world were mine
I would place at your feet
All that I own
You've been so good to me
She was right. All of the tears he could cry and words he could say in this moment were just as she danced in his arms swaying left and right, to the rhythmic soul of R&B and Luther, for the first time in his life he finally understood the simplistic necessity of touch, the innocence of just needing touch… it's the oddest collision.
"Thank you so much" he whispered back "Thank you"