Live Life Like There's No Tomorrow
Memories filled Rachel's head as she escaped from Emma's room. She folded her arms, rubbing down the goose bumps. She couldn't help missing Ross. It wasn't fair. Everything was going so great. And then he was taken away, just like that. Monica had gotten everything SHE wanted. She had a husband, a son, a perfect little life. Rachel was left with a daughter and a broken heart, a broken family.
Emma didn't go without love though. Everybody loved her. Chandler actually acted as the biggest father figure in her life. Monica was like a second mom, so Rachel knew that as Emma grew when she would have problems that she couldn't discuss with Rachel, Monica would be the one who Emma could talk to. Joey and Phoebe really hadn't been around, but when they were, they made sure Emma knew she was loved. Ever since Joey had made it big in show biz, and Phoebe became a hit parody songwriter, they had seperated from the group, though they all saw each other on holidays and birthdays.
Rachel had all of these people so close, so dear to her, yet she felt all alone. Rachel knew that everyone had that sympathy front out. The only person she felt at all truly cared for by was Emma. Emma was Rachel's godsend. She didn't know what she would do without Emma being by her side all of this time. She couldn't go one day without Emma telling her she loved her.
Ross' passing was very hard on all of them. Monica had lost a brother, Rachel had lost a fiancée, Emma had lost her daddy, and the rest had lost a friend. Life without Ross in it was so different. It was like a puzzle that had fit together for so long, but one of the pieces was stripped away out from under them. And that was how it was going to have to stay, because there was no going back in time.
The night Ross died started out as the happiest of Rachel's life.
"Rachel, I love you so much. I know that so much has happened within the last few months, but still, I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you and my daughter. Will you marry me?"
The words rang in Rachel's head, like an echo on the rocks. She could remember saying yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She remembered running out of wine that night, and Emma was crying, so Ross hurried out to buy more. He had been gone for hours, and Rachel remembered getting so mad at him, yet worried at the same time. She wanted him home.
"Ms. Green? This is Dr. Wilkins at New York Community Hospital. Ross Geller put your name on his emergency contact at the hospital if anything were to happen to him....I'm afraid Ross Geller was pronounced dead this morning at 3:15. He was shot in a hold up in a local drugstore and was killed instantly. I'm sorry." Dr. Wilkins had said that night.
Rachel walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed. Tears rolling down her cheeks. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! She was supposed to be happy! She was supposed to get her happy ending. But God wasn't on her side that night.
And that night, Rachel stopping believing in miracles, and in God.
Rachel paused and looked up, hearing a little voice from down the hall. She stood up and walked to Emma's door, listening. She could barely make out what she was saying, but enough was clear.
"...And God? I want to see my daddy cause I can't see him no more cause Mommy said you needed him, but I need him too...." Rachel heard Emma pray. She knew Monica had always been clear to Bailey about religious beliefs, and Emma must have picked up on it because Rachel had never actually taught Emma how to pray. She looked at her little girl: Emma was sitting there, her hands tightly clasped in perfect praying position. She sat on her knees, facing the window. Her head was bowed down as she mumbled more into the night. Rachel shook her head. There was no God to return Emma's prayers, and if there was, he wouldn't sit back and watch this little girl pray her heart out for something that could never be undone. She shut the door and walked back to her room.
Rachel sat in her bed, going through her 'Ross Box.' She had had it since they started dating. She looked over old letters, little pictures and diary entries. She looked up. The stars filled the sky. They were unusually bright in the New York City atmosphere. She looked down at her empty bed. A bright shooting star passed. A shooting star; huh, that was rare. She thought a bit, if she were to wish on a star.. wait. Who was she kidding? Wishing on a star? What was she? Eight? She looked back at her box. She picked up an old photo. She felt tears form. It was the whole gang, all of them. She and Ross had been a couple then, and everyone was happy. She looked back up at the sky. Wishing and praying weren't the same thing were they?
"I wish we could have Ross back." She whispered. She was startled by her cat jumping up onto the bed, and chuckled to herself. Being depressed certainly made you do weird things. She stroked her cat's head and set the box onto the floor. Rachel laid back and looked at the picture frame on her nightstand, it was Ross. She whispered good night, and turned off her lamp.
XOXOElizabethXOXO
Memories filled Rachel's head as she escaped from Emma's room. She folded her arms, rubbing down the goose bumps. She couldn't help missing Ross. It wasn't fair. Everything was going so great. And then he was taken away, just like that. Monica had gotten everything SHE wanted. She had a husband, a son, a perfect little life. Rachel was left with a daughter and a broken heart, a broken family.
Emma didn't go without love though. Everybody loved her. Chandler actually acted as the biggest father figure in her life. Monica was like a second mom, so Rachel knew that as Emma grew when she would have problems that she couldn't discuss with Rachel, Monica would be the one who Emma could talk to. Joey and Phoebe really hadn't been around, but when they were, they made sure Emma knew she was loved. Ever since Joey had made it big in show biz, and Phoebe became a hit parody songwriter, they had seperated from the group, though they all saw each other on holidays and birthdays.
Rachel had all of these people so close, so dear to her, yet she felt all alone. Rachel knew that everyone had that sympathy front out. The only person she felt at all truly cared for by was Emma. Emma was Rachel's godsend. She didn't know what she would do without Emma being by her side all of this time. She couldn't go one day without Emma telling her she loved her.
Ross' passing was very hard on all of them. Monica had lost a brother, Rachel had lost a fiancée, Emma had lost her daddy, and the rest had lost a friend. Life without Ross in it was so different. It was like a puzzle that had fit together for so long, but one of the pieces was stripped away out from under them. And that was how it was going to have to stay, because there was no going back in time.
The night Ross died started out as the happiest of Rachel's life.
"Rachel, I love you so much. I know that so much has happened within the last few months, but still, I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you and my daughter. Will you marry me?"
The words rang in Rachel's head, like an echo on the rocks. She could remember saying yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She remembered running out of wine that night, and Emma was crying, so Ross hurried out to buy more. He had been gone for hours, and Rachel remembered getting so mad at him, yet worried at the same time. She wanted him home.
"Ms. Green? This is Dr. Wilkins at New York Community Hospital. Ross Geller put your name on his emergency contact at the hospital if anything were to happen to him....I'm afraid Ross Geller was pronounced dead this morning at 3:15. He was shot in a hold up in a local drugstore and was killed instantly. I'm sorry." Dr. Wilkins had said that night.
Rachel walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed. Tears rolling down her cheeks. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! She was supposed to be happy! She was supposed to get her happy ending. But God wasn't on her side that night.
And that night, Rachel stopping believing in miracles, and in God.
Rachel paused and looked up, hearing a little voice from down the hall. She stood up and walked to Emma's door, listening. She could barely make out what she was saying, but enough was clear.
"...And God? I want to see my daddy cause I can't see him no more cause Mommy said you needed him, but I need him too...." Rachel heard Emma pray. She knew Monica had always been clear to Bailey about religious beliefs, and Emma must have picked up on it because Rachel had never actually taught Emma how to pray. She looked at her little girl: Emma was sitting there, her hands tightly clasped in perfect praying position. She sat on her knees, facing the window. Her head was bowed down as she mumbled more into the night. Rachel shook her head. There was no God to return Emma's prayers, and if there was, he wouldn't sit back and watch this little girl pray her heart out for something that could never be undone. She shut the door and walked back to her room.
Rachel sat in her bed, going through her 'Ross Box.' She had had it since they started dating. She looked over old letters, little pictures and diary entries. She looked up. The stars filled the sky. They were unusually bright in the New York City atmosphere. She looked down at her empty bed. A bright shooting star passed. A shooting star; huh, that was rare. She thought a bit, if she were to wish on a star.. wait. Who was she kidding? Wishing on a star? What was she? Eight? She looked back at her box. She picked up an old photo. She felt tears form. It was the whole gang, all of them. She and Ross had been a couple then, and everyone was happy. She looked back up at the sky. Wishing and praying weren't the same thing were they?
"I wish we could have Ross back." She whispered. She was startled by her cat jumping up onto the bed, and chuckled to herself. Being depressed certainly made you do weird things. She stroked her cat's head and set the box onto the floor. Rachel laid back and looked at the picture frame on her nightstand, it was Ross. She whispered good night, and turned off her lamp.
XOXOElizabethXOXO