Ross's POV

I don't believe in life-after-death. I don't know why, I just flat out don't. Sometimes however I feel like I have to, how else am I going to deal with losing Rachel when the time comes? I have to believe in something. I feel forced too. This is why I don't;

According to legend Heaven is in the stars. The scientists have the sky mapped out. Every star has a name, every planet. There just aren't enough stars to go around.

Monica never told us what she believes. Monica would never us anything this deep and personal and she says that all she knows is that

"Whoever is up there, God or the 'superior being' would make everything alright. And Rachel can't die."

Phoebe deals with it, she says that people never really leave us; they come back in some different form. And we still them in weird little places even after they're gone.

Joey believes in Heaven, he does not know what else to believe.

And Chandler...he says the legacy of Rachel will live only in our memory.

I'll feel guilty just living on this earth. I'll feel guilty remembering times with Rachel or watching an old TV show we used to love and laughing. Is it wrong to laugh? Is it wrong to enjoy living when someone you love is dead?

Earlier today Dr. Jones asked Monica into his office. That scared me. My heart skipped a beat. Am I losing my little sister too?

I sat there talking to Joey;

"Ross, do you think Monica's okay?"

"I don't know…"

"I bet she is…"

"Yeah, so, Joe when are you going to say goodbye to Rachel?"

"Phoebe volunteered to go with me into the hospital room…I just, I am scared to go in there. It's going to be so weird."

"I know Joey, I mean its Rachel. We thought she'd be around forever." I say, and a stray tear slips from my eyes.

"Not forever, well yeah there was a time, when we all hung out at the coffee shop we couldn't even imagine losing each other,"

Phoebe chimes in;

"Rachel isn't supposed to die until 2030, November 14th."

And then, Monica comes out of the doctors, she has tears streaming out of both her eyes, and a smile on her face, a smile that none of us seen since Rachel's diagnosis.

"What?" I ask.

She chokes up as she speaks; "Rachel, I mean, Dr. Jones said my test results are back, and I'm a perfect match to donate the kidney…I could save her life…"

"Is it too late?" Joey asks.

"Maybe," she whispers, "But then there is a chance, it's one in a million, but there is a chance she could survive…"