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Chapter 2
Silence
The silence was now becoming natural. The raindrops kept hitting the roof hard every minute. The storm was still strong and would not pass for another half an hour or so. There was nothing, but the sound of rain. Rachel had stopped sobbing and was n ow just left there in awe. She was waiting. Waiting for Phoebe to come. She wanted to pretend that all of this was nothing, but a cruel dream. She knew that it, indeed, was reality, but she wanted to clench it in her fist tightly and make it burst in her fists. A mix of feelings were deep within her. Sadness, anger, weariness, and confused. She got up from her long position on the floor and grasped the chair in the kitchen.
Everything was different. Everyone was changed. Monica was staring into space. Her once gleamy and powerful eyes were now dark and contained a large amount of sadness in them. She could not let a tear drop from out of her eyes. It was as if her tear ducts were permanently clogged. Monica felt a surge of sadness surpass the entire room. She could no longer stay here anymore. She started to get up thinking someone would make the slightest movement. None. Everything was the same. Silence. She got her coat and walked quickly to the door. She got her keys off of the ring on the door and headed out.
Joey felt the same way as everybody else. He felt as though the storm's raindrops were his friends' tears. Joey couldn't even remember the last time he had cried. He wondered why his cheek was the only one a tad bit wet. Everybody else was silent. No emotions whatsoever. Joey got his sleeve and wiped his cheek clean. As he put his sleeve down, it was as if he had activated something in his eyes because they started to pour. Joey didn't make a sound whatsoever, but the tears were rolling down his cheeks like a waterfall. Joey felt ashamed. He quickly got up and started toward his apartment.
Chandler felt as though Joey had been embarrassed. He had heard a faint whimper that was no louder than a feather touching the ground. He had seen Monica leave also. He guessed she couldn't bear the silence. It was still pouring outside. There was still no power. Chandler got a pillow and put it on the side of the couch. He rested his head on it. He put his controller down and closed his eyes wanting to go to sleep. Chandler wished that all of this was just a dream as he fell asleep.
Ross looked at his shoes. They were all wet. Wet like the rain. Wet like Joey's cheeks. As Joey had gone for his apartment, Ross had seen his cheeks glimmer in the faint moonlight. It was still pouring outside and Ross felt empty. He felt as though a chunk of his heart was missing. A chunk that would not regenerate. A chunk that would be forever gone. He silently put on his soggy shoes. And they were really soggy, but Ross didn't care about his shoes anymore. He finished tying the soaked and plump laces and left.
Rachel finally got up from grasping the chair and sat down in it. It was only her and Chandler in the room now. Chandler had fallen asleep. She could see everyone from the kitchen. She laid her arms on the table and put her head in them. Everybody was now gone and Chandler was asleep. She closed and then reopened her eyes. Tears exploded from them.