Fade
Rachel listened to her feet tap in a rhythm on the dry sidewalk. She was exhausted from her plane ride, not to mention, hungry. Monica didn't even know she was here. Rachel had lost contact with all of them. She often thought that she had handled the situation very badly, running away like that, And she knew that they wouldn't just welcome her with open arms either. Especially Monica. Monica never blamed Rachel for the break up, but she did think Rachel was a coward.
"You don't need to run away from your problems!" She had said.
"I'm not, I am getting over him in my own way!" Rachel had shouted back. Rachel and Monica had never really fought before this night, and Rachel still remembered it perfectly.
"No! You are being selfish! You think moving far away will help you get over him, when every night you'll lay awake in bed wondering, 'What may have happened if I had stayed.' This is only going to make you worse!"
"Monica, I have to go, or my heart will break again."
"Rachel, listen to me, the only way you will get over him is if you stay. If you go, neither of you will be able to move on and I will have to see my brother suffer every day. And if you come back someday, the same feelings, the same emotions, they will all be waiting right here, ready to start again."
Rachel clenched her coat closer to her to protect herself from the cold. She was so dumb to have not listened to Monica. Monica had been right all along. Rachel had been gone for four years; four years and she didn't feel any different than when she left. She still felt hopeless, alone, and loveless. She wanted to lose all of the emotions, all of those memories. She wanted her life back. The only way to get it back is if she saw him again. If she looked into his eyes and said, 'I'm over you.' Though she knew deep inside that day would never come because she couldn't picture a day within the last few years where she hadn't thought of him. Every time she heard the word: Museum, or saw a man with dark brown eyes and black hair, she thought of him. Simple little things made her think of him. She did often wonder what might have happened if she had stayed.
Would she have forgiven him? Would she be asleep in HIS bed beside him? Or would they be up together at this hour, four am, feeding their baby? She just didn't know.
But it was too late for what ifs. She looked up at the building. The building she had walked in and out of so many times before. So many memories. She walked up the same old stairs to the same old hallway, oh, that hallway. She and Ross had ended so many dates there, kissed goodnight, so many times. And just after she said 'No, not tonight.' He would give her those eyes and she would end up inviting him in. But those were al just memories now, and with each passing year they seemed to drift farther and farther into the horizon of her mind.
She did smile a little at the memory, but her face turn white as she stared at the green door. Monica was behind that door. Wait a minute, why was there a sign in the door?
'The Bings?'
She stepped a step back. She looked at Joey and Chandler's door. It looked the same. She knocked on it. She knew if anyone would be at least half way happy to see her it would be Joey. She heard nothing from inside, so she knocked again. Finally she turned the knob, Joey never locked the door. She entered, and cam face to face with Phoebe.
"Okay, who the hell is in my house?" She screamed. Rachel had forgotten how tough Phoebe was.
"Phoebe? It's Rachel." She flipped on the light switch.
"Oh my god. What are you doing here?" She asked half shocked half angry.
"Phoebe, listen to me. I am so sorry I left all of you, but please don't hate me. Please just talk to me."
"Oh, I'm not mad, you just disturbed my sleep. Keep it down, Sandi is sleeping."
"Sandi?" Rachel asked almost in a whisper.
"Yea, Mine and Joey's daughter. I was so upset that you never got to see her. She's three now." She got a picture from off of the fridge and handed it to Rachel.
"Phoebe, she's beautiful. So, you and Joey huh? How did that happen?"
"We just decided to get married. I don't remember who suggested it, because we were drunk in Vegas, but we did. You know Joey and I are both too lazy to go through with a divorce, so we just stayed married. I have never been happier." Rachel missed Phoebe's stories. She smiled,
"Where's Chandler?" She asked.
"Oh, he and Monica were married two years ago. They got together in London at Ross' wedding." She paused. "You didn't know Ross got married, did you?"
"No, I didn't."
"That's okay, he's not anymore." She got the apple juice out of the fridge and poured a glass.
"What? What happened?"
"I probably shouldn't say."
"No, Phoebe, tell me."
"He said the wrong name at the alter."
"Wow, that's worse then saying the wrong name during sex." Phoebe just stared at her. "Yes, I've done it." She smiled.
"So, Monica and Chandler are happy though?"
"Yes, and busy. Having a two years old and expecting another baby is hard work."
"So much has changed, hasn't it?" she said sadly.
"We missed you Rachel. And it's not like we didn't try to come in contact with you, you were always UN listed. I know that Monica has put up an angry front for the past few years, but she really wished you could have been there for her wedding, everyone saw it. When she walked down the isle, she had this look on her face that people get in movies when they are looking for someone. She secretly wanted you to run through the chapel doors on a simple whim. But you never did."
Rachel felt tears forming in her eyes. She heard the door open, Chandler entered.
"He Phoebes, I'm sorry, I was on my way to the grocery store, Monica needs cantaloupe, Hey Rach, it's her craving." He did a double take. "Rachel?"
"Hi Chandler."
"What are you doing here?" He asked quickly.
"I'm here to see you guys." She said, then the door flew open.
"Chandler, where's my cantaloupe?" Monica said in a harsh whisper. She was at least eight months into her pregnancy. Rachel half smiled.
"Hello Monica."
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Rachel listened to her feet tap in a rhythm on the dry sidewalk. She was exhausted from her plane ride, not to mention, hungry. Monica didn't even know she was here. Rachel had lost contact with all of them. She often thought that she had handled the situation very badly, running away like that, And she knew that they wouldn't just welcome her with open arms either. Especially Monica. Monica never blamed Rachel for the break up, but she did think Rachel was a coward.
"You don't need to run away from your problems!" She had said.
"I'm not, I am getting over him in my own way!" Rachel had shouted back. Rachel and Monica had never really fought before this night, and Rachel still remembered it perfectly.
"No! You are being selfish! You think moving far away will help you get over him, when every night you'll lay awake in bed wondering, 'What may have happened if I had stayed.' This is only going to make you worse!"
"Monica, I have to go, or my heart will break again."
"Rachel, listen to me, the only way you will get over him is if you stay. If you go, neither of you will be able to move on and I will have to see my brother suffer every day. And if you come back someday, the same feelings, the same emotions, they will all be waiting right here, ready to start again."
Rachel clenched her coat closer to her to protect herself from the cold. She was so dumb to have not listened to Monica. Monica had been right all along. Rachel had been gone for four years; four years and she didn't feel any different than when she left. She still felt hopeless, alone, and loveless. She wanted to lose all of the emotions, all of those memories. She wanted her life back. The only way to get it back is if she saw him again. If she looked into his eyes and said, 'I'm over you.' Though she knew deep inside that day would never come because she couldn't picture a day within the last few years where she hadn't thought of him. Every time she heard the word: Museum, or saw a man with dark brown eyes and black hair, she thought of him. Simple little things made her think of him. She did often wonder what might have happened if she had stayed.
Would she have forgiven him? Would she be asleep in HIS bed beside him? Or would they be up together at this hour, four am, feeding their baby? She just didn't know.
But it was too late for what ifs. She looked up at the building. The building she had walked in and out of so many times before. So many memories. She walked up the same old stairs to the same old hallway, oh, that hallway. She and Ross had ended so many dates there, kissed goodnight, so many times. And just after she said 'No, not tonight.' He would give her those eyes and she would end up inviting him in. But those were al just memories now, and with each passing year they seemed to drift farther and farther into the horizon of her mind.
She did smile a little at the memory, but her face turn white as she stared at the green door. Monica was behind that door. Wait a minute, why was there a sign in the door?
'The Bings?'
She stepped a step back. She looked at Joey and Chandler's door. It looked the same. She knocked on it. She knew if anyone would be at least half way happy to see her it would be Joey. She heard nothing from inside, so she knocked again. Finally she turned the knob, Joey never locked the door. She entered, and cam face to face with Phoebe.
"Okay, who the hell is in my house?" She screamed. Rachel had forgotten how tough Phoebe was.
"Phoebe? It's Rachel." She flipped on the light switch.
"Oh my god. What are you doing here?" She asked half shocked half angry.
"Phoebe, listen to me. I am so sorry I left all of you, but please don't hate me. Please just talk to me."
"Oh, I'm not mad, you just disturbed my sleep. Keep it down, Sandi is sleeping."
"Sandi?" Rachel asked almost in a whisper.
"Yea, Mine and Joey's daughter. I was so upset that you never got to see her. She's three now." She got a picture from off of the fridge and handed it to Rachel.
"Phoebe, she's beautiful. So, you and Joey huh? How did that happen?"
"We just decided to get married. I don't remember who suggested it, because we were drunk in Vegas, but we did. You know Joey and I are both too lazy to go through with a divorce, so we just stayed married. I have never been happier." Rachel missed Phoebe's stories. She smiled,
"Where's Chandler?" She asked.
"Oh, he and Monica were married two years ago. They got together in London at Ross' wedding." She paused. "You didn't know Ross got married, did you?"
"No, I didn't."
"That's okay, he's not anymore." She got the apple juice out of the fridge and poured a glass.
"What? What happened?"
"I probably shouldn't say."
"No, Phoebe, tell me."
"He said the wrong name at the alter."
"Wow, that's worse then saying the wrong name during sex." Phoebe just stared at her. "Yes, I've done it." She smiled.
"So, Monica and Chandler are happy though?"
"Yes, and busy. Having a two years old and expecting another baby is hard work."
"So much has changed, hasn't it?" she said sadly.
"We missed you Rachel. And it's not like we didn't try to come in contact with you, you were always UN listed. I know that Monica has put up an angry front for the past few years, but she really wished you could have been there for her wedding, everyone saw it. When she walked down the isle, she had this look on her face that people get in movies when they are looking for someone. She secretly wanted you to run through the chapel doors on a simple whim. But you never did."
Rachel felt tears forming in her eyes. She heard the door open, Chandler entered.
"He Phoebes, I'm sorry, I was on my way to the grocery store, Monica needs cantaloupe, Hey Rach, it's her craving." He did a double take. "Rachel?"
"Hi Chandler."
"What are you doing here?" He asked quickly.
"I'm here to see you guys." She said, then the door flew open.
"Chandler, where's my cantaloupe?" Monica said in a harsh whisper. She was at least eight months into her pregnancy. Rachel half smiled.
"Hello Monica."
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