I'm back again. And this time with a Roschel story. I guess it is pretty evident that the idea came to me while I was listening to this song.
This story is fictional, written based on a show that I don't own.
When Rachel got off her plane to Paris, she didn't give much thought to what she was going to do back in New York. But then again, Ross had poured her heart and asked her to give them another chance.
After. 8. Long. Years.
And now that she is back in the city, she has no job or a place to live. But after the letter, she was no longer worried. Little did she know Ross had been thinking about living with Rachel all this time. It will be different than the last time when they tried and failed, she thought. This time she was sure.
Rachel was awakened by the sound of her alarm clock. She got up with a groan of tiredness and stretched for a while. She looked at the time. It read 10:30 AM. Fuck! She was super late for work. Perhaps it was because she was tired and hungover, nothing seemed strange. Okay, maybe she was confused and trying to wrap her mind around her surroundings.
And it was while looking for her phone that she saw it. She wasn't in her room. She was at…Ross's apartment! Where was Emma! This wasn't Paris! She got off the plane! What happened last night. Her eyebrows furrowed as questions flooded her mind, as it raced to remember what had happened the night before.
She hurried to find her phone. And it was while looking for it that she saw it. An unfamiliar pink piece of paper lay on the side table, with Rachel written on the front. Without thinking, she grabbed it to take a closer look.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she read each sentence. Her heart, getting warmer with each second. By the time she reached the end of the letter, she could barely see clearly.
The night was now etched into Ross's memories. Watching Rachel and Emma asleep in his arms, he saw his life flashing before him. He knew could stay awake the whole night just to hear them breathing and smile while they were sleeping. This was the moment he wanted to spend his life in. If only he could just stay with them in the moment forever. Forever and ever.
He could see the life he dreamed of and the life he was living now. It was then he decided to ask her to marry him. He didn't wanna miss a thing. Not another day. But he knew he couldn't mess it up this time. A man gets only a limited number of second chances in a lifetime and he already got at least 4 so far. He was gonna make things right this time. 8 years are proof that they were meant to be. After all, they were lobsters for life.
'Hey, Rach' the familiar voice was right behind her. Ross stood behind her, with a red velvet box in his hands. She exclaimed in surprise. He took her hand in his, as he knelt down on one knee.
'Rachel Green, you are, without a doubt, the most amazing woman in the world. You stood by my side when I need you. You gave me a chance, even when I did not deserve it. I am so in love with you. I know we have been through 8 rocky years and I shouldn't have waited this long. But, I'm telling you now. I missed a thousand things over the past few years. Now, I don't wanna miss a thing. I love you, Rach and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man, by giving me another chance? Will you spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?' He looked right into her eyes, sparkling with tears.
He held his breath, as he watched Rachel get down on her knees and caress Ross's head with her hand. Tears rolled down her eyes and she nods her head several times before she was finally able to get the word out.
'Yes,' she gasped. He immediately puts the ring on her left finger and pulls her into a tight embrace.
"But…we aren't even dating' Rachel stated. It caught Ross off-guard.
'Huh? So..that is a no on the marriage proposal?' he asked, looking away from her, his voice breaking. She let out a laugh as she kissed him.
'No Ross..I never said that. I just meant we might as well make the dating official already' Rachel said, her face red.
They are now laughing, eyes glittering with tears. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding on so tight, afraid the moment will slip through their fingers.
He could see flashes of his sweetest dreams. He couldn't help but wonder; 'If only I could just stay with her in this moment forever. Forever and ever."
*Letter*
Dear Rachel Green,
'Love me no matter what I do, okay?'
Time flies, often faster than we intend it to, and with time some things end. No one ever sees it coming. No one is ever totally prepared. And no one says the things they really want, in the end. No one but you know what it feels like to say it and feel the weight come off.
I missed the little curve that formed at the corner of your mouth. It came up every time you heard something sweet.
I missed your hands clinging to my hoodie. I know you did it to feel safe with me but it felt safer knowing you were always there. I felt like you had my back.
I missed the way you held my hand. The way you jumped a little every time something scared you; How you turned to me for safety.
I missed the little hairs on your skin. And how they shone in bright light that never failed to blind your eyes.
I missed the shine in your eyes. I miss the way they'd hurt when you looked at something bright.
I missed the smell of you. The smell of the moisturizer we loved, the smell of you.
I missed how I took you in my arms and how you came in, willingly.
I missed your little pink socks.
I miss everything about you. Every fucking thing.
And it scares me, babe. How you're turning into a person so like me.
Cause I'm not a nice person.
It scares me.
Cause I've done things wrong.
It scares me.
That you're turning into me.
But it's alright, come on to the dark side. You've got me. It'll be just us against the rest of the world.
Superman and Lois Lane.
Katniss and Peeta.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
You, and your me.
If you ever get lonely, if you ever put your head down, if you ever think of doing anything I wouldn't let you do
Talk to me. I'll whisper back to your hair.
Text me. I'll send you a soothing message.
If you're wide awake, call me. I'll sing to you and away will the be the nightmares.
Even if you do the worst of things, you'll be the same to me. And I'll be the same to you.
Cause we're different. Cause we're in love.
And nothing can beat love. Except for more love. And more love. And more love.
That's what I'm here to give you. More.
I'll love you no matter what, love. Till the end of time.
Stay with me. And I'll, with you.
Touch my fingers. And I'll let them intertwine.
Hold my hand. And I'll squeeze yours tight.
Hug me a little. And I'll embrace you through the night.
Ross Geller,
Your Lobster for life
P.S. I love you. I love you, Rachel Green. I love you. And I will say it a hundred times over.
I know the letter gets a little cheesy but, it was a reminder, written to vent my love for an old flame, that died out too early.
See you again soon. (:
