1: Letter 1
April 18, 2028 Schenectady New York
"Okay, This one is Joey…"
"Thank You."
"Pheebs…"
"Monica…"
"Mine…"
"and finally…Yours Rach"
Chandler still knew how years later to mix in his signature sardonic nature with a caring tone.
"Ok, well this is awkward…"
Monica looked at Phoebe with a look of off putting and calm demeanor.
"What do you mean…"
"It's been Almost 10 ½ years since we buried this thing and, yet I can somehow still fell him here with us."
Joey popped behind Phoebe and picked her off up the ground. "We know, just this seemed symbolic."
"How symbolic, our friend, the 6th member of our group who we never figured would be ingrained into our lives passes on and yet it seems like every time I turn around I might see him come up the hill out of breath as can be."
I went and gave her one big hug…to calm her down. "I feel him to Pheebs…"
My eyes then turned to the blanket nearby containing the toys and body of my nearly 1 year old son napping this beautiful day away, all he knows is whatever he's seen in pictures around home. My face, the faces of our group and his family. All the while Joey pops to my side in his glory with a huge smile on his face.
"How's he doing…"
"Just like his dad, can sleep though almost anything."
Joey and I look on and there is now a part of me that thinks back to those circumstances of a decade ago.
"Joe, you ever wish things could have turned out different?"
"Rach, we couldn't have seen that coming. Besides I got you out of the deal, I don't think that's regretful at all. He would have wanted all of us to be happy."
"No Regrets…"
My uneasiness aside we rejoined the others and looked over our letters. Now there seems like a part of me that wished I could have told my 17-year-old self all what could've been. What happened to us and how we could have it different. Ross deserved to be saved and by all counts…"
"I'll find a way to save you Ross."
September 5, 2017 7:25 A.M. Home of Rachel Green.
The walk to the mailbox, somehow Jill and Amy being forgetful left me to do all their dirty work. Forgot to grab the mail on Friday when they went to visit Dad's vacation home in Albany. Of course, Mom still has thing under control here and I help out often as needed.
"Okay mail let's see…"
The box opened and only one magenta envelope displayed no information at all.
"What the…"
I looked over the contents thick and padded but the front of it had no info whatsoever. As I flipped this over in Bright Black sharpie only two words shown at the bottom right corner.
RACHEL GREEN
"Someone's here so they don't get fined."
With a jacket on already, I'm sure Mom won't be a stickler for one envelope with my name on it gone missing. So I opened it up and boy was it thick.
"How can all that fit in an envelope…"
But it was that first page of the letter that formally got my attention.
September 5, 2017 Give or Take
Dear Rachel Green form 10 Years ago,
Hi how are you doing, Listen I know this is antiquated given
how far tech will come. But the paradoxes aside
this won't tell you that much about events
in the next ten years play out.
You may be asking why am I writing this to you just as
you begin your Junior Year of High School today.
Well I need you to do me a major favor.
"Okay this is junk…"
I was all set to rip it to shreds when I heard Mom yell for me.
"I'll save this for later…" But I did get a small glimpse at nearly the entire first page and picked up the remainder of the page.
The Contents of What Is Included hear are the events
that will unfold for you over the next
9 ½ Months. When Noted I'd would like it if you'd partake
in my alternative suggestion to said events, if
you choose to do so you'd be
saving yourself so much regret as I feel now.
"Regrets…What could that…" Another Yell by Mom tabled that thought as I stuffed the letter away and raced back inside.
A/N: Letter 2: Coming Soon As Always You Know what to do.