Chapter 11: Weep Not For The Memories
One Year Later: Monica's Point of View
The night that Rachel had the miscarriage was one of the worst moments in my entire life. My best friend, whose life I once thought was perfect, had suddenly been through a living hell. And the strange thing was, she always seemed to regain her strength. Every morning, she woke up like a fighter. The once spoiled Rachel Green, had magically transformed into the warrior princess Rachel Geller.
I told myself not to feel sorry for her, because I knew how much she hated it. But, I can honestly admit that it was hard, especially when conversations came up that involved Ross. And of course, my pea-brained husband didn't help much either. He always made sarcastic jokes when we were in the middle of a heart-felt conversation.
I remember the night we watched Pearl Harbor. There was a moment in the movie, where Alec Baldwin said:
"When the Japanese attacked us at Pearl Harbor, they hit us with a hammer. We're not gonna hit 'em with a hammer, only with a needle. But that needle will go straight through their hearts."
Rachel told me that's how she felt when she realized that Ross left. I finally realized everything she had been through. She gave up her fashion career, she moved away from her friends, she gave birth without her husband holding her hand, she was in a fatal car accident, had a miscarriage, and lost the love of her life. Yep, that was Rachel Geller, my best friend. No, that didn't suit her... she was Rachel Geller, my hero.
Two Years Later: Chandler's Point of View
It's been two years since Ross left, and since all of the tragedies occurred. And, to my surprise, Rachel's life has completely turned around. She became manager of our local Pottery Barn, which upset Phoebe, and caused her to write a new song: Pottery Barn Sucks Like Crap. I won't go into details about that though. Anyway, back to Rachel; she's still living next door, and is a fantastic mother to Summer and Emma. Sometimes, I think of her as a second Monica, but I don't mention that out loud.
A few nights ago, I went back to visit Ross's old apartment. However, for some odd reason, it felt like someone had been there recently. Then, the strangest thing happened. Even though the apartment hadn't been inhabited for almost 4 years, I noticed something lying in the corner. As I walked closer, I noticed it was a receipt from Barnes and Nobles, for a book called: Our Prehistoric Brothers. I guess it's just one of Ross's old receipts, I thought, thinking of my old friend. I didn't even bother to glance at the date, which just happened to be two days earlier.
Three Years Later: Chandler's Point of View
I'll never forget that day, back in the spring. I was walking down the street, a few blocks away from Central Park. Monica had told me to leave the house, she needed to be with Rachel alone. Yes, the day had come once again, I told myself. It was the three-year anniversary of the day that Ross left. The past few years, Rachel had visited Central Park, and left a letter under the same bench that she had wept on years before. The letter was dedicated to Ross, and told him about everything that had occurred the past year. It was always an upsetting day, for everyone. Even I tended to cry sometimes. That's when I reached the museum. It always pained me to walk by it. I stared in shock at the huge building, thinking about our friend who once worked there. That's when I saw Ross Geller walk around the corner.
One Year Later: Monica's Point of View
The night that Rachel had the miscarriage was one of the worst moments in my entire life. My best friend, whose life I once thought was perfect, had suddenly been through a living hell. And the strange thing was, she always seemed to regain her strength. Every morning, she woke up like a fighter. The once spoiled Rachel Green, had magically transformed into the warrior princess Rachel Geller.
I told myself not to feel sorry for her, because I knew how much she hated it. But, I can honestly admit that it was hard, especially when conversations came up that involved Ross. And of course, my pea-brained husband didn't help much either. He always made sarcastic jokes when we were in the middle of a heart-felt conversation.
I remember the night we watched Pearl Harbor. There was a moment in the movie, where Alec Baldwin said:
"When the Japanese attacked us at Pearl Harbor, they hit us with a hammer. We're not gonna hit 'em with a hammer, only with a needle. But that needle will go straight through their hearts."
Rachel told me that's how she felt when she realized that Ross left. I finally realized everything she had been through. She gave up her fashion career, she moved away from her friends, she gave birth without her husband holding her hand, she was in a fatal car accident, had a miscarriage, and lost the love of her life. Yep, that was Rachel Geller, my best friend. No, that didn't suit her... she was Rachel Geller, my hero.
Two Years Later: Chandler's Point of View
It's been two years since Ross left, and since all of the tragedies occurred. And, to my surprise, Rachel's life has completely turned around. She became manager of our local Pottery Barn, which upset Phoebe, and caused her to write a new song: Pottery Barn Sucks Like Crap. I won't go into details about that though. Anyway, back to Rachel; she's still living next door, and is a fantastic mother to Summer and Emma. Sometimes, I think of her as a second Monica, but I don't mention that out loud.
A few nights ago, I went back to visit Ross's old apartment. However, for some odd reason, it felt like someone had been there recently. Then, the strangest thing happened. Even though the apartment hadn't been inhabited for almost 4 years, I noticed something lying in the corner. As I walked closer, I noticed it was a receipt from Barnes and Nobles, for a book called: Our Prehistoric Brothers. I guess it's just one of Ross's old receipts, I thought, thinking of my old friend. I didn't even bother to glance at the date, which just happened to be two days earlier.
Three Years Later: Chandler's Point of View
I'll never forget that day, back in the spring. I was walking down the street, a few blocks away from Central Park. Monica had told me to leave the house, she needed to be with Rachel alone. Yes, the day had come once again, I told myself. It was the three-year anniversary of the day that Ross left. The past few years, Rachel had visited Central Park, and left a letter under the same bench that she had wept on years before. The letter was dedicated to Ross, and told him about everything that had occurred the past year. It was always an upsetting day, for everyone. Even I tended to cry sometimes. That's when I reached the museum. It always pained me to walk by it. I stared in shock at the huge building, thinking about our friend who once worked there. That's when I saw Ross Geller walk around the corner.